piggies

‘piggies’

and just like that

she makes her feet

home in my lap

says boy rub my piggies

i came a long way for your palms

well i never

had no market

now i’m stocking shelves

i wanna keep her fed and

i love her tongue in my mouth

so she tastes me inside out

and knows she no longer walks alone

and if my baby wants me

i’ll carry my baby home

i am home, i am home

for my baby

i am home, i am home

for my baby

and just like that

she steals my heart

away in her eyes

says boy always blind me

tired of moon now i need your sun

well i never

had no market

now i’m stocking shelves

i wanna keep her fed and

i love her tongue in my mouth

so she tastes me inside out

and knows she no longer walks alone

and if my baby wants me

i’ll carry my baby home

i am home, i am home

for my baby

i am home, i am home

for my baby

it’s time to lose my boots

the way she lost her shoes

i am home, i am home

for my baby

i am home, i am home

for my baby

and she is home, she is home

that’s my baby

she is home, she is home

that’s my baby

this is home, this is home

for us baby.

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