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Her shaved head and her pierced nose

Her big rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes

Her Dr. Martens with her biker tights

Her long, black leggings on a hot summer night

And nobody calls her "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls her "Baby"

I guess she'll never know

His working boots and flannel shirts

His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts

Long, lonely walks with nowhere to go

His only appointment's with a T.V. show

And nobody calls him "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls him "Baby"

I guess he'll never know

Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole

She's losing her body to gain some control

Hours alone in some tanning salon

Trying a smaller and smaller size on

And nobody calls her "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls her "Baby"

I guess she'll never know

His pin-striped suits and wingtip shoes

His palmtop computer and his Wall Street news

He makes his plane, he keeps his pace

He hides his pain behind a poker face

And nobody calls him "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls him "Baby"

I guess he'll never know

But Somebody loves those babies

Somebody loves what we can't see

And if somebody told them maybe

Those babies would be free

Those babies would be free