I want you so much but I hate what I see,
Bump getting bigger, I can't hide with a T.
No clothes to fit me, my makeup won't do.
I still feel ugly but I know I'll have you.
I know it shouldn't bother me, I'm pregnant after all.
But I look at my tummy and feel my mood fall.
Tears down my face because of what I see.
Silly I know when your my little baby.
I'll hold you in my arms and feel so proud.
But while your in my tummy, I hide you in a crowd.
I know it shouldn't bother me, I'm pregnant after all.
But I look at my tummy and feel my mood fall.
It's not that I don't love you, it's my body that I hate.
Your my special baby, please arrive on your due date.
I need a cuddle from you just to make me see.
What a precious boy you are, now that you are free.
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