You Win

One cry, two cry
Three cry, four
I stand and listen
By your door.

Not wanting to get you
But not wanting you to cry
I take a deep breath
And let out a big sigh.

Five cry, six cry
Seven cry, eight
Baby, go to sleep
It is getting real late.

I know I shouldn’t
But I can’t take it no more
I can no longer
Just stand at the door.

Nine cry, ten
I have to come get you
Now you know

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