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She's taking her time making up the reasons To justify all the hurt inside Guess she knows from the smiles And the look in their eyes Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one They're saying Mama never loved her much And daddy never keeps in touch That's why she shies away from human affection But somewhere in a private place She packs her bags for outer space And now she's waiting for The right kind of pilot to come and she'll say to him She's saying I would fly you to the moon and back If you'll be, if you'll be my baby Got a ticket for a world where we belong So, would you be my baby?
Annons