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A little
number about immature behaviour. |
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© Piper 2009 |
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How’d I get it
so wrong? I thought you were made for me.
But when you hit the bottle, boy you mean it literally!
You’re a great big baby, that’s why I’m leaving you.
You’re such a great big baby that I find it so hard to do.
I wore flat heels made for dancing and the joint began to hop.
You said "bedtime’s come and gone." Mister, it’s only six o’clock!
You’re a great big baby, that’s why I’m leaving you.
You’re such a great big baby that I find it so hard to do.
When speaking with me, darling, I’d swear that you’re obsessed.
Cos you can’t look me in the eye, it’s always in the chest
You’re a great big baby, that’s why I’m leaving you.
You’re such a great big baby that I find it so hard to do.
You may think that I’m babbling and it sure sounds mighty strange
But this time round I think that I’m the one who needs a change
You’re a great big baby, that’s why I’m leaving you.
You’re such a great big baby that I find it so hard to do.
You’re such a great big baby that I find it, find it so hard to do. |
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