Baby
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Her shaved head and her pierced nose,
Her big rotweillers and her tie-dyed clothes,
Her Dr. Martins with her biker tights,
Her long black leggings on a hot summer night
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know
His working boots and flannel shirts,
His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts,
Long lonely walks with nowhere to go,
His only appointment's with a tv show
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know
Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole,
Losing her body to gain some control,
Hours alone in some tanning salon,
Trying a smaller and smaller size on
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says "I love you so,"
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know
His Pin-striped suits and wing-tipped shoes,
His lap-top computer and his Wall Street news,
He makes his plane and keeps his pace,
He hides his pain behind a poker face
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says, "I love you so,"
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know
But somebody loves those babies,
Somebody loves what we can't see,
And if somebody told them maybe,
Thos babies would be free
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