Our Baby

It’s not fair
Why you always laugh at me
When I say
How beautiful it would be
Our son
Or our daughter it doesn’t matter anyway
With your eyes
And my nose and pale white skin

So please let our baby
Live this cruel world
Yes I know, life wouldn’t be the same
But baby you can even choose the name
We would be happy, I’ll try to make your head
Don’t you worry Jah provide the bread

Then you say
Honey maybe in eight years
But I’m prepared
To take care of our little child
We could live
Like the hippies selling our art to everyone
On the beach
Sleeping together on the park bench

So please let’s have a baby