"My Baby's Cryin"
My baby's got the flu. My baby likes cheap food and expensive shoes but we don't got much money. My baby's carryin' a little weight and baby's got two peas on an ironing board but when she wears that top she's got a flat stomach and enough to turns heads. And she always knows I'm lookin'.
My baby's got a way, with, words. And she's gotta habit of writing them down, though she knows it's only me and her is ever gonna read 'em. She writes them down and she brings them over and she tells me what's on her mind. I always smile cuz I know that somewhere there, on her mind, is me. Sure she talks about that indie boy with the floppy hair and the spectacled boy with the poems he writes, but she never did try to find him. And she does always finish up her story and smile, and come and sit down beside me.
Cuz my baby doesn't want for any, thin', else. And we'll ride over to the lake and she'll tell me as much, and I'll just look back at her and smile. I'll just look at her (when she's looking away) and we both know she could do better and we don't really know how I got to be the lucky one, but I keep on thankin' those lucky stars.
But my baby's feelin' sick. And I know I just can, not, help. So I'll call her a doctor and I'll make maself scarce. Twist her hair round my fingers while she's sleeping, kiss her brow while she's wrestlin' with her dreams and with the fever. Cuz my baby could do better and I'm tired of keepin' her back.
See my baby's got a way with words, but I don't got a thing, to, say. But I'll try to write her a letter and try to see how I can tell her say, baby, I love you too much to be the weight round your neck. And I see you too well to think I got any o' what you need. So I'm leaving you this money and I'm leaving you this note and I'm keeping for you this love, and I'm never gonna forget.
You'll always have. All. My. Love.
title taken from a von bondies track
inspired by random girl #13 taking photos at aereogramme 19.03
My baby's got a way, with, words. And she's gotta habit of writing them down, though she knows it's only me and her is ever gonna read 'em. She writes them down and she brings them over and she tells me what's on her mind. I always smile cuz I know that somewhere there, on her mind, is me. Sure she talks about that indie boy with the floppy hair and the spectacled boy with the poems he writes, but she never did try to find him. And she does always finish up her story and smile, and come and sit down beside me.
Cuz my baby doesn't want for any, thin', else. And we'll ride over to the lake and she'll tell me as much, and I'll just look back at her and smile. I'll just look at her (when she's looking away) and we both know she could do better and we don't really know how I got to be the lucky one, but I keep on thankin' those lucky stars.
But my baby's feelin' sick. And I know I just can, not, help. So I'll call her a doctor and I'll make maself scarce. Twist her hair round my fingers while she's sleeping, kiss her brow while she's wrestlin' with her dreams and with the fever. Cuz my baby could do better and I'm tired of keepin' her back.
See my baby's got a way with words, but I don't got a thing, to, say. But I'll try to write her a letter and try to see how I can tell her say, baby, I love you too much to be the weight round your neck. And I see you too well to think I got any o' what you need. So I'm leaving you this money and I'm leaving you this note and I'm keeping for you this love, and I'm never gonna forget.
You'll always have. All. My. Love.
title taken from a von bondies track
inspired by random girl #13 taking photos at aereogramme 19.03