Testo I Do

And when his tiny head
Emerged from hair and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew
He would climb right back in

Like 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

Sperm swims for the egg
The finger for the ring
But 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