Songs I Like: "Are We There Yet?" by Ingrid Michaelson

 

They say you're really not somebody 
until somebody else loves you.
Well, I am waiting to make 
somebody, somebody soon. 
And are we there yet? 
And are we there yet?
And are we there yet? 
And are we there yet? 
Home, home, home, home. 
Home, home, home, home. 
Where you will lie on the rug 
while I play with the dog. 
And you won't be too much 
because this is too much. 
Because this is too much for me to hold. 
This is too much for me to hold.