I see people with babies,
Who are still babies themselves,
And I cant help but wonder,
Watch and wonder with experienced eyes...
Are they ready?
Will they hold her late at night,
When she cries?
Will they kiss it and make it all better,
When she skins her knee?
Will they want nothing more,
Than to see her smile?
Will they thank god every day,
That she loves them in her own special way?
At sweet 16 I became ready...
At sweet 16 I became a mommy...
I hold her late at night,
When she cries.
I kiss it and make it all better,
When she skins her knee.
I want nothing more,
Than to see her smile.
I thank God every day,
That she loves me in her own special way.
So I cant help but wonder...
Are they ready?

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