She was pregnant in May
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Now they're on their way
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Dashing thru the snow
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To St. John's, here we go
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Well, it could be a boy
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But it's okay if he's girl
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Oh, these things that grow out of
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The things that we give
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We should move to the west side
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They still believe in things
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That give a kid half a chance
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When he pulled off the road
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Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams
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Said he fit an APB,
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A robbery nearby
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And he go for his wallet
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And they thought he was going for a gun
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And the cops blew Bird away
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Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons
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Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms
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But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with
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If a son's in a tree building model planes?
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Skeletons,
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Skeletons.
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Skeletons
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| Rickie Lee Jones |
