shaved head and her pierced nose,
big rotweillers and her tie-dyed clothes,
Dr. Martins with her biker tights,
long black leggings on a hot summer night.
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says I love you so,
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know.
His working boots and flannel shirts,
His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts,
Long lonely walks with nowhere to go,
His only appointment's with a tv show.
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says I love you so,
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know.
Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole,
Losing her body to gain some control,
Hours alone in a tanning salon,
Trying a smaller and smaller size on.
And nobody calls her baby,
Nobody says I love you so,
Nobody calls her baby,
I guess she'll never know.
Pin-striped suits and wing-tipped shoes,
His lap-top computer and his Wall Street news,
He makes his plane and keeps his pace,
He hides his pain behind a poker face.
And nobody calls him baby,
Nobody says, I love you so,
Nobody calls him baby,
I guess he'll never know.
But somebody loves those babies,
Somebody loves what we can't see,
And if somebody told them maybe,
Those babies would be free.
Baby
Lost and Found
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