Baby - Ira Wolf

He met her smokin' cigarettes in the men’s room

He liked her high heels, she like his tattoos

She said she’d never been east of the west coast

Couldn’t stand all the palm trees and windows

Called herself «Baby»

Baby

Growin' up in a first world’s worst dream

Grace-givin', God-fearin' good family

But when his hair grew long and his skin grew soft

All they saw was all wrong

Didn’t see baby

Baby

She took him walkin' down the streets of her hometown

And she showed him how she makes her livin' now

And he made her swear she’ll break out

Somehow

And he thinks about her even now

Wonder where she’s been and how

And if she’s smokin' cigarettes in the men’s room

He wants to show her his new tattoo

It says «Baby»

Baby

Baby