Your blue high-heels walk,
walk alongside my brown boots,
your heart was fluttering,
all that was missing was a button.
The pale moon was shining,
it illuminated the blush on your face
and it was then that it began,
our magical journey of love,
and it was then that it began,
our magical journey of love.
You put your blue high-heels away,
there in a corner, you wear flats now,
your pants don't quite fit anymore,
your figure has become rounder
and you've made me happier.
I've never seen you as beautiful
than in your maternity dress,
I've never seen you as beautiful, beautiful
than in your maternity dress.