And when his tiny head emerged from blood and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew, he would climb right back in

I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do

Now that my blushing bride has done what she was born to do
It's time to bury dreams and raise a son to live vicariously through
The sperm swims for the egg; the finger for the ring
If I could take one back, I know what it would be

I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do

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Writer(s): David Shannon Bazan