Someone's going to have to explain it to me
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I'm not sure what it means
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My baby's feeling funny in the morning
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She's having trouble getting into her jeans
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Her waist-line seems to be expanding
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Although she never feels like eating a thing
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I guess we'll reach some understanding
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When we see what the future will bring
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I met her in a crowded barroom
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One of those typical Hollywood scenes
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I was doing my very best Bogart
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But I was having trouble getting into her jeans
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I punched an unemployed actor
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Defending her dignity
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He stood up and knocked me through that barroom door
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And that girl came home with me
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Now baby's feeling funny in the morning
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She says she's got a lot on her mind
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Nature didn't give her any warning
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Now she's going to have to leave her wild ways behind
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She says she doesn't care if she never spends
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Another night running loose on the town
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She's gonna be a mother
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Take a look in my eyes and tell me brother
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If I look like I'm ready
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I told her I had always lived alone
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And I probably always would
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And all I wanted was my freedom
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And she told me that she understood
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But I let her do some of my laundry
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And she slipped a few meals in between
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And the next thing I remember, she was all moved in
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And I was buying her a washing machine
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My baby's feeling funny in the morning
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She says she's got a lot on her mind
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Nature didn't give her any warning
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But she's feeling better about it all the time
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She says she's ready for some meaning
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After all of her running around
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Well bless my soul, she's got a rock-and-roll bandman
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Thinking 'bout settling down
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Ready Or Not
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| Jackson Browne |
