Rickie Lee Jones

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She was pregnant in May

Now they're on their way

Dashing thru the snow

To St. John's, here we go

Well, it could be a boy

But it's okay if he's girl

Oh, these things that grow out of

The things that we give

We should move to the west side

They still believe in things

That give a kid half a chance

When he pulled off the road

Step in a waltz of ted moon-beams

Said he fit an APB,

A robbery nearby

And he go for his wallet

And they thought he was going for a gun

And the cops blew Bird away

Some kids like watching Saturday cartoons

Some girls listen to records all day in their rooms

But what do birds leave behind, of the wings that they came with

If a son's in a tree building model planes?

Skeletons,

Skeletons.

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