Tuesday

That's Baby Me

Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
but baby, that's me

Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
but baby that's me

I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
but baby, that's me

"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos I didn't wanna bother.
Again I knew to confuse is my only habit
but baby again, that's me.

Your utopian hands picking truffles in the forests
in your utopian arms lain the beggars of tourists
across the street, proud birds eyed the money exchange

Your utopian eyes lain upon my spite
and saw only the most beautiful light.
I'll leave him here forever as a dingy bulb
but I'll wish those dark wooden eyes were on me

Bones in your nose and mud between your toes
sub rosa I befriended your foes and
I stared at you between two shrubberies
and baby, that's me

Your hair hurts your scalp from the slightest
tug, and I withdrew every time I heard you scream
in pain I got glad cause it felt so real
and baby, yeah, that's me

I let you cook while I stared at the rain
you thought I didn't know about you, sayin,
"Would you like me to help you, chouchou?"
and baby, that's me

"Je ne sais pas how to feel for another,"
I only said that cos then I didn't wanna bother.
Again I know that to confuse is my only habit
and baby, yeah, that's me.

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