There has been but one true love
In my baby’s arms, in my baby’s arms
And I got the hands to hold onto them
I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby’s arms
‘Cause except for her, you know, as I’ve implied
I will never ever ever be alone
‘Cause it’s all in my baby’s hands
Shiny, shiny secret stones
In my baby’s hands
I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby’s arms
Shrink myself just like a tom thumb
And I hide in my baby’s hands
‘Cause except for her
There just ain’t nothin’ to latch onto
There has been but one true love
In my baby’s arms
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