David Bazan I Do
And when his tiny head
Emerged from hair and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew
He would climb right back in
Like I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
Now that my blushing bride
has done what she was born to do
it's time to bury dreams and raise a son
to live vicariously through
Sperm swims for the egg
The finger for the ring
But if I could take one back
I know what it would be
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do, I do
I do, I do
