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Baby Song.
Baby wasn’t born with a spoon in her mouth
But she told everyone she was lucky
Her fingers torn, she couln’t fend for herself
But at least she had a family.
She was just one girl
She had just one name
She could save the world
At the end-game.
Baby couldn’t live without a library card
But she couldn’t ever make the time to read,
She liked to sunbathe naked in her yard
And all the boys had her apartment key.
She read lots of books
Bout the Holocaust
She got lots of looks
When her legs uncrossed.
Baby couldn’t die, without a voice in her head
Telling her to take the pills again
She couldn’t lie, leaving words unsaid,
So she stood up at the end.
She was so depressed
She ate Valium.
She is such a mess
When the nurses come.
And when she falls asleep she can’t tell time
The doctors tell her she’s just doing fine.
She wants to tell them to please pull the line
Or wake her up when the end game comes.
Baby wasn’t born with a spoon in her mouth
But she told everyone she was lucky
Her fingers torn, she couln’t fend for herself
But at least she had a family.
She was just one girl
She had just one name
She could save the world
At the end-game.
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wow, PT, I really like this-
wow, PT,
I really like this- it's sad and makes you stop for a moment to take it all in. I love how you write.
~Special
this is really good i like
this is really good i like how you ryme and its a good lenght.