Ira Wolf Baby song lyrics

He met her smoking cigarettes in the men's room

He liked her high heels, she liked his tattoo

She said she never been east of the west coast

Couldn't stand all the palm trees and windows

Called her self baby

Baby

Growing up in a first world's worst dream

Grace giving, God fearing, good family

When his hair grew long and his skin grew soft

All they saw was all wrong

Didn't see baby

Baby

She took him walking down the street of her home town

And she showed him how she makes her living now

And he made her swear she'll break out, somehow

And he thinks about her even now

Wonder where she's been and how

If she's smoking cigarettes in the men's room

He wants to show her his new tattoo

it says baby, baby, baby