Rock a bye baby on the tree top
When the beats start the baby will rock
Rock rock rock

Soul of the part your souls on the hop
Me on the bottom and you on the top
A hippy hippy shake prompting legs akimbo
Nobody can win you’re frigid or you’re a bimbo

Lou says “Take your baby out on the street and by the morning she’s another hit and run”
Now that’s some poetry right there but I couldn’t do that because my baby’s second to none

Baby’s on fire, time to put the cat out, my baby takes the minute train
She works from none to five each day and then she takes it back again

Rock my baby in the bosom of Abraham, knife out ready to dispatch his child
Rock this baby in the garden of Eden
Snake-bellied shapeshifter lighting fires in the wild

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