Baby Songtext
von Ira Wolf

He met her smoking cigarettes in the men′s room
He liked her high heels, she liked his tattoo
She said she never been east of the west coast
Couldn't stand all the palm trees and windows
Called her self baby
Baby
Growing up in a first world′s worst dream
Grace giving, God fearing, good family
When his hair grew long and his skin grew soft
All they saw was all wrong


Didn't see baby
Baby
She took him walking down the street of her home town
And she showed him how she makes her living now
And he made her swear she'll break out, somehow
And he thinks about her even now
Wonder where she′s been and how
If she′s smoking cigarettes in the men's room
He wants to show her his new tattoo
it says baby, baby, baby