' sleep Baby, I need your loving Got to have all your loving Baby, I need your loving Got to have all your loving Empty nights, echo your name Sometimes, I wonder
You are my mantra, you are my prayer My benediction, my conviction, my electric chair My reaction, attraction You expose my every layer You're my poem
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries Her placenta falls to the floor The angel opens her eyes The confusion sets in Before the doctor can even close
