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I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
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Halfway across the kitchen floor
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His momma said, don't let me see you do that anymore
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And he let loose, with a cup of orange juice
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Right down the back of her dress
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Without a doubt she lined him out
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And then cleaned up the mess
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Now he is just a chip off of the old block
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And just like me we keep her on her toes alot
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But when he cries
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She'll match him tear for tear
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When he laughts
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She'll grin from ear to ear
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When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
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She can put him in his place
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Side by side
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And hand in hand
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She'll talk with daddy's little man
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He knows that she's done her part
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I'm watching God's love grow
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Heart to heart
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He'll grow to be six foot three
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Yeah he's gonna be just like me
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He'll be tall, and play football
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But he'll always be a momma's boy
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Chorus:
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And when he cries
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She'll match him tear for tear
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When he laughs
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She'll grin from ear to ear
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When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
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She can put him in his place
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Side by side
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And hand in hand
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She'll talk with daddy's little man
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He knows that she's done her part
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I'm watching God's love grow
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Heart to heart
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Oh, oh,oh,oh
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I'm watching God's love grow
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Heart to heart
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Heart To Heart
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| Kevin Ray |
