When the sun comes up and the bacon's frying,
(Baby's crying, baby's crying)
When the sun comes up and the bacon's frying,
The life starts over again.
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Marriage Junkie
PoetryAn addiction. Highs, lows. Dependence, craving. And children.
When the sun comes up
When the sun comes up and the bacon's frying,
(Baby's crying, baby's crying)
When the sun comes up and the bacon's frying,
The life starts over again.
