Living in a shoe Waiting for you

Criss-cross applesauce

And three text messages tell you I’m happy.

One-two buckle my shoe and I might believe in love again.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick

Inflating my heart with dreams is my new trick.

I couldn’t be me without counting to three and hoping for

One day with you, a baby and me.

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