She juggles time with her hand in a sling

Wears a coat of diapher that stings

Strangles words for the laughter it brings



She juggles space with a match in her hand

Sparking flames when her temper expands

As your head starts to swing by a string



Sometimes

She makes my brain feel like this...

But she's my baby

But she's my baby



C'mon

She fought the wave with her feet stuck in sand

Disappears when you reach for her hand

Says goodbye when hello's in demand



C'mon

She mystifies and she lies through her veil

Screws it up when it all goes too well

Makes the rules as she goes 'cos she can

And her drummers like not in anybody's band - ya dig?



Sometimes

She makes my brain feel like this...

But she's my baby

But she's my baby



She moves like the sea

Without hark the sand that covers her beach

She wafts the feet of my expectations

And rolls away beyond my pride



She gives me time right between sleeve and arm

Gives you lip when you wanted her charm

She howls at the moon but she spits at the sun



Sometimes

She makes my brain feel like this...

(it must be the karma)

But she's my baby

She's my baby

She's my baby

But she's my...




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