When I see my baby, what do I see? Poetry. Poetry in motion.Poetry in motion, walking by my side. Her lovely locomotion keeps my eyes open wide.Poetry in motion, see her gentle sway. A wave out on the ocean could never move that way.I love every movement. There's nothing I would change. She doesn't need improvements.She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion, all that I adore.No number nine locomotion could make me love her more.I love every movement. There's nothing I would change. She doesn't need improvements.She's much too nice to rearrange. Poetry in motion, all that I adore.No number nine locomotion could make me love her more.Poetry in motion.
