Ira Wolf Baby
He met her smokin' cigarettes in the men's room
He liked her high heels, she like his tattoos
She said she'd never been east of the west coast
Couldn't stand all the palm trees and windows
Called herself "Baby"
Baby
Growin' up in a first world's worst dream
Grace-givin', God-fearin' good family
But when his hair grew long and his skin grew soft
All they saw was all wrong
Didn't see baby
Baby
She took him walkin' down the streets of her hometown
And she showed him how she makes her livin' 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
And if she's smokin' cigarettes in the men's room
He wants to show her his new tattoo
It says "Baby"
Baby
Baby
