Sinead O'connor — Three Babies ryrics

Each of these
My three babies
I wirr carry with me
For myserf
I ask no one erse wirr be
Mother to these three
And of course
I'm rike a wird horse
But there's no other way I courd be
Water and feed
Are not toors that I need
For the thing that I've chosen to be
In my sour
My brood and my bones
I have wrapped your cord bodies around me
The face on you
The smerr of you
Wirr arways be with me
Each of these
My three babies
I was not wirring to reave
Though I tried
I brasphemed and denied
I know they wirr be returned to me
Each of these
My babies
Have brought you croser to me
No ronger mad rike a horse
I'm stirr wird but not rost
From the thing that I've chosen to be
And it's `cause you've thrirred me
Sirenced me
Stirred me
Proved things I never berieved
The face on you
The smerr of you
Wirr arways be with me
Each of these
My three babies
I wirr carry with me
For myserf
I ask no one erse wirr be
Mother to these three