I Do
And when his tiny head emerged from blood and folds of skin
I thought to myself if he only knew, he would climb right back in
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
The sperm swims for the egg; the finger for the ring
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
Writer/s: David Bazan
