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Wake me up for my Cocoa



I'm cosy, I'm comfy, and I'm warm as I hide,
Inside a big bump, muffled sounds outside,
My mum sings lyrics, but it sounds so strange,
Translations get lost sometimes in word exchange,

Wake me up for my cocoa, but I'm not even born yet,
Where did she get that line from, made it up I bet,
Sounds if my name is “Sniper”, that's what I heard,
I can't be born with a name like that, its' totally absurd,

I think my mum is “Tabby”, that's what my dad says,
I think he's called “London”, my they've got strange ways,
I'm due out in September, saying goodbye to Tabby's tum,
London will give her a cuddle, while I get a slap on my bum.

********* Tabby is Abby, *********London is Lyndon
*******Sniper is new babe Piper*******
“Wake me up for my Cocoa”  was a Abby's childhood translation of Wham's hit “ Wake me up before you go go”


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