baby, baby

baby, don’t cry
your tears are wettin’ your dress
and makin’ puddles on the floor

but, i hurt mama, i hurt

baby, please don’t cry
your mama can’t swim and I’m afraid
with you cryin’ so hard the water’ll get over my head

but, mama i hurt, i hurt so bad

oh please baby, stop cryin’, please stop
soon your gonna flood the rivers
and drown the little bunnies in the fields

but, i can’t stop mama, i hurt bad, i hurt so bad mama

baby, baby, I beg you please don’t cry, please
what’s gonna happen to the birds
their wings are gonna get tired and there’ll be no where to land

but, mama i hurt so bad, mama i hurt sooooooo bad

oh baby, your mama doesn’t know what to do anymore
you won’t stop cryin’ and the oceans are full
please, please baby, I beg you stop, please stop your cryin’

but, mama i hurt, mama i just keep hurtin’ and hurtin’

all right baby, all right then
just keep cryin’
just keep cryin’

Sara Bednark
18 July 1997
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