Before You Were Born
Before you were born into the world I love
Every little cliche fit me like a glove
I'd tear it up on Saturday
Sunday night hungover and so torn
Before you were born
Third trumpet in the marching band
I didn't get much play
All those pretty cheerleaders rarely looked my way
Till this one time at band camp
When a color guard girl nearly blew my horn
Before you were born
All those years searching for answers
Till we learned the questions were all wrong
Before you were born to become my lovely daughter
We got married, your mom got pregnant
In roughly that order
We'd sit around and we'd talk about your name
And all the boys we'd have to warn
Before you were born
All those years searching for answers
Till we learned the questions were all wrong
Now it's your birthday and I'm struggling
With this gift I bought to please
It is pink and it is plastic
Instructions in Chinese
I'll ask "Whatever happened to the simple things?"
You'll roll your eyes and yawn
Before you were born
Before you were born into the world I love
Every little cliche fit me like a glove
I'd tear it up on Saturday
Sunday night hungover and so torn
Before you were born
I can't adorn
Before you were born
On an uneventful morn
Before you were born
Every little cliche fit me like a glove
I'd tear it up on Saturday
Sunday night hungover and so torn
Before you were born
Third trumpet in the marching band
I didn't get much play
All those pretty cheerleaders rarely looked my way
Till this one time at band camp
When a color guard girl nearly blew my horn
Before you were born
All those years searching for answers
Till we learned the questions were all wrong
Before you were born to become my lovely daughter
We got married, your mom got pregnant
In roughly that order
We'd sit around and we'd talk about your name
And all the boys we'd have to warn
Before you were born
All those years searching for answers
Till we learned the questions were all wrong
Now it's your birthday and I'm struggling
With this gift I bought to please
It is pink and it is plastic
Instructions in Chinese
I'll ask "Whatever happened to the simple things?"
You'll roll your eyes and yawn
Before you were born
Before you were born into the world I love
Every little cliche fit me like a glove
I'd tear it up on Saturday
Sunday night hungover and so torn
Before you were born
I can't adorn
Before you were born
On an uneventful morn
Before you were born
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Writer(s): Eric Harrison
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