baby don’t love me any more baby she shoved me out the door she won’t let me look or touch she said 'hey, don’t push your luck treat me nice or don’t come back' and i sure hate to hear her talk like that and i said baby
baby don’t leave me here alone baby don’t do it maybe i’m hallucinating, i don’t know but baby don’t do it cause i don’t like the look of things out there you don’t even notice, you just don’t care baby don’t do it baby don’t go
here’s the problem: i don’t have a good thing to say but i still say it anyway i talk about thermal dayglo poisoning that pesky russky death machine starvation and the fate of the sinner then i take her out to dinner what’s the matter baby, ain’t you hungry?
wait a minute she don’t have to put me out i think that we could work it out (yes i do) if she don’t like this kick i’m on then why don’t she just prove me wrong? oh baby