Check check check check
Don't crumble the paper
I'm so in labor
Don't fumble with love
Oh they shakled ankles up the floor
Know I will be free
Idk the weather
Ohh
They will laugh
They won't live it
They will run away to cry
Baby a question
Is it a question?
Oh a question of loving
Is it a baby of love
Oh the good vibes
They always turn to the Dragon Fly.