Me In Three Was A Dream
Me in three was a dream,
when I started out young and free.
He went down on one knee,
a box with a ring oh no with a key.
The key to his heart was his plea,
would I stay or flee?
We had some hot tea,
watching out over the blue sea.
We would wed under the pretty big pink tree,
now with baby we are three.
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