The Hand That Rocks the Cradle
The hand that rocks the cradle,
And watches while you sleep
The cursed lips that kiss you,
Upon your untouched cheek.
The hand that rocks the cradle,
And sees you in the night—
And watches you intently,
Your ravishing dark night.
The hand that rocks the cradle,
And locks you up so tight,
The man that rocks the cradle,
And wakes you from your fright.
The hand that rocks the cradle,
And soothes you when you cry,
The man that touches you softly-
And makes your lips go "sigh."
The hand that rocks the cradle—
My hand that rocks your cradle—
Lies down with you tonight.
