I'm handed the pink bundle and find I can't stop smiling. Tiny, pure white wings tuck beneath the baby's back and make her as heavenly as a child should be.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I stand as well and wrap an arm around her waist, "You aren't flying just yet then. I don't know if it'll be instinct or if you'll have to learn. I'll take you, alright?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside