‘piggies’
and just like that
she makes her feet
home in my lap
says boy rub my piggies
i came a long way for your palms
well i never
had no market
now i’m stocking shelves
i wanna keep her fed and
i love her tongue in my mouth
so she tastes me inside out
and knows she no longer walks alone
and if my baby wants me
i’ll carry my baby home
i am home, i am home
for my baby
i am home, i am home
for my baby
and just like that
she steals my heart
away in her eyes
says boy always blind me
tired of moon now i need your sun
well i never
had no market
now i’m stocking shelves
i wanna keep her fed and
i love her tongue in my mouth
so she tastes me inside out
and knows she no longer walks alone
and if my baby wants me
i’ll carry my baby home
i am home, i am home
for my baby
i am home, i am home
for my baby
it’s time to lose my boots
the way she lost her shoes
i am home, i am home
for my baby
i am home, i am home
for my baby
and she is home, she is home
that’s my baby
she is home, she is home
that’s my baby
this is home, this is home
for us baby.
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