| Babies! |
| Lovely babies!
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| A new born child is a miracle
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| And all the other midwives will agree
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| It’s the most amazing sight you’ll ever see
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| And though they come out bloody
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| And they all have funny hair
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| Let me tell you buddy
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| Why you’ll find me there:
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| I want to eat your placenta
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| You have what I want to eat
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| I fry it in garlic and butter
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| It comes out so tender and sweet
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| How can there be such a flavour
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| In meat that’s oh so lean?
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| Why don’t you come round for dinner?
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| Maybe you’ll see what I mean
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| Babies! |
| Pretty babies!
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| To see a birth is incredible
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| And every single day it warms my heart
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| Each time I get to watch a new life start
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| But if you catch me winking
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| As I’m begging you to push
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| Guess what I am thinking
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| As I’m staring at your bush:
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| I want to eat your placenta
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| Roast it with some rosemary and sage
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| The older the mother, the tougher the meat
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| But the flavour will develop with age
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| If you are having a party
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| Throw it on the barbecue
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| If you think that placenta would scare them
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| You can melt it away in a stew
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| I want to eat your placenta!
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| Make a marinade with chillis and some zest
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| All of my meals are delicious
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| But teenage mothers really are the best
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| Some people think that I’m crazy
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| But it’s worth it for the taste:
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| That’s why you’ll find me at nightfall
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| Going through the bins of human waste |