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Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down cob webs
Dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow,
For babies grow up we've learned to our sorrow,
So quiet down cob webs
Dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
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