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He’s walking so proud with his head in the air

Pushing the pram and tasting the air

He’s not just a father…

He’s needed

He peeks at his daughter…

He’s needed.

She’s now eight months young she’s finally asleep

He’s aged two or three years sometimes he’s way in too deep

And the sleepless nights…

He’s needed

And the numerous frights…

But he’s needed.

For far too long he’d cut and run

The devil showed him a great time

The sleepless nights were passionate nights

The girls were wanting the same thing.

But that was then and this is him now

His life has changed no more hitting the town

He’s not just a father…

He’s needed

He peeks at his daughter…

He’s needed.

Turn the page

He’s on a winner

Turn the page

Let the past be.

Turn the page

He’s one real winner

Turn the page

He is free!