Her shaved head and her pierced nose
Her big Rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes
Her Dr.Martens and her biker tights
Her long black leggins on a hot summer night
Refrain: And nobody calls her (him) “Baby“
Nobody says „I love you so“
Nobody calls her (him) “Baby“
I guess she`ll (he`ll) know
His working boots and flannel shirts
Refrain...
His pinstripe suit and his wingtip shoes
His laptop computer and Wall Street news
He makes his plane and keeps his pace
He hides hi pain behind a poker face
Refrain...
But somebody loves those Babies
Somebody loves what we can`t see
And if somebody told them, maybe
Those Babies would be free
Her big Rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes
Her Dr.Martens and her biker tights
Her long black leggins on a hot summer night
Refrain: And nobody calls her (him) “Baby“
Nobody says „I love you so“
Nobody calls her (him) “Baby“
I guess she`ll (he`ll) know
His working boots and flannel shirts
Refrain...
His pinstripe suit and his wingtip shoes
His laptop computer and Wall Street news
He makes his plane and keeps his pace
He hides hi pain behind a poker face
Refrain...
But somebody loves those Babies
Somebody loves what we can`t see
And if somebody told them, maybe
Those Babies would be free
