And when his tiny head
|
Emerged from hair and folds of skin
|
I thought to myself if he only knew
|
He would climb right back in
|
|
Like I do, I do, I do
|
I do, I do, I do
|
|
Now that my blushing bride
|
Has done what she was born to do
|
It's time to bury dreams and raise a son
|
To live vicariously through
|
|
Sperm swims for the egg
|
The finger for the ring
|
But if I could take one back
|
I know what it would be
|
|
I do, I do, I do
|
I do, I do, I do
|
I do, I do
|
|
-----------------
|
I Do
|
| David Bazan |
