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Baby
D A
Her shaven head and her pierced nose
Bm G
Her big rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes
Em A
Her Doctor Martins and her biker tights
D A
Her long black leggings on a hot summer night
D Bm
And nobody calls her baby
G Em A
Nobody says I love you so
D Bm
Nobody calls her baby
G A D A
Oh I guess she’ll never know
D A
His working boots and flannel shirts
Bm G
His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts
Em A
Long lonely walks with nowhere to go
D A
And his only appointments with a TV show
D Bm
And nobody calls him baby
G Em A
Nobody says I love you so
D Bm
Nobody calls him baby
G A D A
Oh I guess he’ll never know
D A
Eighty pounds she’s hardly whole
Bm G
She’s losing her body to gain some control
Em A
Hours alone in some tanning salon
D A
Trying a smaller and smaller size on
D Bm
And nobody calls her baby
G Em A
Nobody says I love you so
D Bm
Nobody calls her baby
G A D A
Oh I guess she’ll never know
D A
His pin-striped suits and his wing-tipped shoes
Bm G
His lap-top computer and his Wall Street News
Em A
He makes his plane he keeps his pace
D A
He hides his pain behind a poker face
D Bm
And nobody calls him baby
G Em A
Nobody says I love you so
D Bm
Nobody calls him baby
G A D
Oh I guess he’ll never know
D Bm
But Somebody loves those babies
G Em A
Somebody loves what we can’t see
D Bm
And if somebody told them maybe
G A D
Those babies would be free
(repeat)
G A D
Those Babies would be free x 3 retard last time
- lost and found
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