In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know that all the late nights,
Sore nipples and latch work has brought me here
And what on earth could make me grin,
Before I kissed your triple chin
And I know that you are, you are
You are the fluffiest!
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
I'm sure that would be hell on my vag
But then I could have cooked while you nursed on the floor
Due to the sag.
And around my wide hips I would spy
Your awesome scrumptious baby thighs
And I'd still know:
That you are, you are
You are the fluffiest.
I love you more than chocolate fudge,
You've got the sweetest baby {pudge}. (It's yummmmmmy....)
Next door there's a kid whose eyes disappear
'Neath his cheeks, nice and deep, when he smiles
But to call him cute just does not compute
when I compare him to you my sweet child
I'm sorry I know that's a strange way to tell you how I know
You're the best....
Obviously. :heart: |
But obviously,
You are, you are, you are the fluffiest. ;OP
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