| I won’t mind sitting by your cradle
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| Singing to you softly far into the night
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| I won’t mind playing peekaboo for hours
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| To see that look of wonder, wonder and delight
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| Soon they’ll be asking «Where is baby’s nose?
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| Where is baby’s shoe? |
| Where is baby’s hat?»
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| «Clever little boy,» they’ll say
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| Lizzie taught him that
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| I won’t mind reading you a story
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| Quacking like a duck, chirping like a bird
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| I won’t mind when you ask me to repeat it
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| 'Til you can say it with me, knowing every word
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| You needn’t worry if there’s chocolate on your hands
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| Jelly on your face, porridge on my skirt
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| Run to me, and I’ll be there to hold you when you hurt
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie can’t say no»
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie’s spoiling you»
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie’s wrapped around your finger»
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| I’ll say, «Yes, it’s true»
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| I won’t mind knowing that your mother
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| Showers you with kisses, bakes your favorite bread
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| I won’t mind when I see your father lift you
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| And swing you to his shoulders high above my head
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| They may be busy, I can take you skating
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| I can take you sledding, flying down the hill
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| If they won’t build a snowman, Auntie Lizzie will
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie holds too tight»
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie can’t let go»
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| They’ll say, «Auntie Lizzie’s really not your aunt, anyway»
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| You’ll say, «No, that isn’t so»
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| In my heart, I will keep a secret
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| Foolish little secret, hidden from the rest
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| In my dream, you’re my own, my very own
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| And I blanket you with love as I hold you to my breast
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| Lizzie, he’s not yours
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| Lizzie, in his life, your part is very small
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| But, if one day, a toy should break
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| Or maybe playing patty-cake
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| You call me Mama by mistake
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| I won’t mind at all |