Babs in the wood walking thru' snow
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Big bad wolf at the window
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Not much choice in the matter now
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Some must lead some must follow
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Touch can mean distance to some people
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Touch can mean prison or be like a cage
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I always thought that life could be more simple
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Specially in this day and age
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Chorus
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They got the time they got the need
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The world's getting weird the wolf's running free
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But that's another story this their story
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Babes in the wood eager and keen
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Soft as the fern underneath them
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Wet to the skin from their own hot glow
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No more wolf at the window
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Touch can mean distance to some people
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Touch can mean I own you forever and a day
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If only life could be more simple
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Specially in this day and age
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Chorus
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But touch can be a blessing to other people
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Touch can bring blossom to things that decay
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I think life should be that simple
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Specially in this day and age
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Chorus...
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Babes In The Wood
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| Mary Black |
