In Jag Lever

Stay a while, my baby wants me toDon’t you go, my baby begs me soBut tide will dry, upon my baby’s backTide will dry, upon my baby’s back

And I get weakI get wearyI miss sleepI get moodyI’m in thoughts I write songsI’m in loveI walk on

So fingers crossed, my time is coming nowDon’t you go, my baby begs me soTime will fly, upon my baby’s backTime will fly, upon my baby’s back

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