She juggles time with her hand in a sling
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Wears a coat of diapher that stings
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Strangles words for the laughter it brings
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She juggles space with a match in her hand
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Sparking flames when her temper expands
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As your head starts to swing by a string
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Sometimes
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She makes my brain feel like this...
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But she's my baby
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But she's my baby
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C'mon
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She fought the wave with her feet stuck in sand
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Disappears when you reach for her hand
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Says goodbye when hello's in demand
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C'mon
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She mystifies and she lies through her veil
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Screws it up when it all goes too well
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Makes the rules as she goes 'cos she can
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And her drummers like not in anybody's band - ya dig?
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Sometimes
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She makes my brain feel like this...
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But she's my baby
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But she's my baby
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She moves like the sea
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Without hark the sand that covers her beach
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She wafts the feet of my expectations
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And rolls away beyond my pride
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She gives me time right between sleeve and arm
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Gives you lip when you wanted her charm
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She howls at the moon but she spits at the sun
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Sometimes
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She makes my brain feel like this...
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(it must be the karma)
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But she's my baby
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She's my baby
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She's my baby
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But she's my...
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She's My Baby
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| Terence Trent D'arby |
