THE THIN ICE
Momma loves her baby,
And Daddy loves you, too
And the sea may look warm to ya, Babe,
And the sky may look blue.
Ooooooo Babe.
Oooo Baby Blue.
Ooooo Ooooh Babe.
If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You sleep out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.
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