The Angels – Poor Baby lyrics

(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Home movies, cold you. V. 's more groovies Waiting for a ticket of leave Some learners get nervous, the perverts All want to play with Eve Sat back to look at your cracked actors Drowning in a sea of smiles Blue doorways lead four ways they always Said you were a lonely child Poor baby, poor baby Poor baby, too tough to talk to me Inspection, correction, rejection Caught in a cul-de-sac Ignition, collision, admission That you want to double back Poor baby, don't listen, had visions What life is really like You waited, debated, delayed it Then you shut your eyes Poor baby, poor baby Poor baby, too tough to talk to me You found out, your big out leaves no doubt You've lost your head in the skies! Striped lady, she's crazy, picks daisies She's got the neon eyes Give money, it's funny you dummy Baked your cake and ate it too The truth is that sometimes Just one time can be enough with you! Poor baby, poor baby Poor baby, too tough to talk to me ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Explain Request ×

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