She's got the mind of a child
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And a body peaking over the hill
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Well, she would if she could
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And she should but nobody will
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With her nails painted red
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And her hair so unnaturally curled
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Well I think that she may be
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The oldest baby in the world
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She's tasted the night life
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But it's left her with nothing but hunger
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And all the available men
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Seem to think that they want something younger
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But youth is a costume
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And the beauty within lies unfurled
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And I think that she may be
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The oldest baby in the world
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Fast horses win races
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And royal flushes beat aces
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And everyone's playing to keep
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So let's turn out the lights
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And rock that old baby to sleep
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She loves the sound of the rain
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But you know she's still afraid of the thunder
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She keeps a head full of hope
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And a heart that's so full of wonder
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She may look like a woman
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But she's still some daddy's little girl
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And I think that she may be
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The oldest baby in the world
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Yes, I think that she may be
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The oldest baby in the world
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Oldest Baby in the World
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| John Prine |
