My black market white baby dealer

Is hunting around overseas

My black market white baby dealer

Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me



He brings back

Oh my God, he brings back

He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies



My smile is dime a dozen

My lips are cherry red

My eyes are blue like the sky is blue

I got good shoulders under my head

I look like your mother

I look like your great-aunt

Sit me down in your family photo

And everyone tells me that I, I look just like you



(I changed this verse for you)



My black market white baby dealer

Is hunting around overseas

My black market white baby dealer

Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me

Clean, fresh white babies to me

Clean, fresh white babies to me