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Baby Blues words and music by Rob Button, ©1997 |
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I once was regarded as the king of the Range |
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But lately I have noticed I have begun to change |
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There's a shift in how I act, I do not understand |
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My life has not turned out exactly how I planned |
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For quite some time I've been out on the prowl |
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It's not that I've stopped, what's changed is the "How" |
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I used to look for super-models with killer suntans |
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But I've moved on to soccer moms with their mini-vans |
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You know, my eyes are brown, so how do I have these baby blues? |
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You see, I'm searchin' for a babe, though it isn't quite the same |
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All my beer drinkin' buddies would think I'm kind of lame |
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But I can't seem to find them, to tell them I don't want to play |
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For they're at home with their babies, every night and every day. |
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It used to be that burping would bring nothing but trouble |
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But now she hands me baby and we do it on the double |
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Instead of laying around the house, I'm cooking and I'm cleaning, |
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and Pulling an all-nighter has taken on new meaning |
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I was born with brown eyes, So tell me where did I get these baby blues? |
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I'm still filled with desire for a bottle in my fist, |
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But it's formula and no longer beer that turns up my wrist |
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My mind's full of pictures, not of cars, but of little shoes |
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I'm looking all around, all I see are pinks and blues. |
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I'm spending my time searching for those elusive clues, |
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My eyes have always been brown, so tell me where I got these baby blues? |
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