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Britnee Kellogg

My Little Man

 

My Little Man


Trucks and trains, football games
Hurricane's been his middle name
Since he was old enough to tear up any room
Dirty shoes, stitched and bruised
There ain't a thing the boy can't lose
He's like his dad, he's stubborn as a mule

Before he caught another's eye
He's had mine
His whole life he's been
The beating heart inside my chest
He's all grown up now
He'll always be my little man

The first day of first grade
Just like that, slips away
And I'm looking up to look him in the eye
Big plans, bigger dreams
Window shop, for wedding rings
Me working up the nerve for this goodbye

Before he caught another's eye
He's had mine
His whole life he's been
The beating heart inside my chest
He's all grown up now
He'll always be my little man

Here we are, what a day
Soon I'll watch him drive away
But they're leaving me a million prayers
I'll pray

Before he caught another's eye
He's had mine
His whole life he's been
The beating heart inside my chest
He's all grown up now
He'll always be my little man
My little man

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