Tiny hands.
Yes, that's you.
And all you show,
It's simply true.
I smell your breathe,
it makes me cry.
I wonder how,
I've lived my life.

Cause without you,
How did I get through,
All of my days,
Without you?
Now living with you,
See everything's true,
My baby, it's you.
My baby.
My baby,
My baby.