Lyrics
My baby skips when she's happy
My baby cries when she's sad
Conventions dictate actions to others
My baby knows better than that
My baby dances to music
My baby's got a big heart
Some folks are endlessly searching for meaning
They haven't a clue where to start
Her smile makes my spirit soar
I'm a feather
I'm a daydream
I'm the petals of a rose
Her eyes lift me off the floor
I'm poetry
I'm free jazz
I'm Kerouac's prose
My baby looks at me funny
My baby teases me bad
I put on faces that try to look angry
But I never really get mad
My baby sings like an angel
Her song is simple and true
Without pretense or affectation
I wish that I could sing it to you
Words & music by Kevin McLeod
Copyright 2003. All rights reserved.