I watched him throw his oatmeal bowl
Halfway across the kitchen floor
And he let loose, with a cup of orange juice
Right down the back of her dress
His momma said, don't let me see you do that anymore
And then cleaned up the mess
Without a doubt she lined him out
Now he is just a chip off of the old block
And just like me we keep her on her toes alot
But when he cries She'll match him tear for tear
When he laughts
She'll grin from ear to ear
When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
She can put him in his place
He knows that she's done her part
And hand in hand
Side by side
I'm watching God's love grow
She'll talk with daddy's little man
Heart to heart Yeah he's gonna be just like me
He'll grow to be six foot three
He'll be tall, and play football
But he'll always be a momma's boy
And when he cries She'll match him tear for tear
When he laughs
She'll grin from ear to ear
When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
She can put him in his place
Side by side
And hand in hand
He knows that she's done her part
She'll talk with daddy's little man I'm watching God's love grow
Heart to heart
Oh, oh,oh,oh
I'm watching God's love grow
Heart to heart.
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