The slave of Musanda
It’s a baby boy but he was
The slave of Musanda
It’s a baby boy but he was
This is a baby that we can carry
This is a baby that we can carry
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
I’m a mother, I’m a child, but I am a child
She cried with me, looking like a baby but she was
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets sick and we carry a baby
I am crying in the morning
It’s weeping in the morning
It’s weeping in the morning
It’s a baby boy but he was
It’s a baby boy but he was
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It’s a baby boy but he was
This is a baby that we can carry
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn
I was crying in the morning, I was crying in the morning
She cries in the morning, and cries in the morning
It’s crying in the morning
It’s a baby boy but he was
It’s a baby boy but he was
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It’s a baby boy but he was
This is a baby that we can carry
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
This is a baby that we can carry
Sometimes he gets drunk and we carry a vone
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn
I’ll carry a horn