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Tekster: Alice Cooper. The Eyes Of Alice Cooper. Bye Bye, Baby.

What's wrong with you today
I could never tell?
Got something drastic on your mind
I can smell the smell

Honey, what's your trip today?
Can't look me in the eye
A couple thousand miles away
You took me by surprise

You left a message on the telephone
From New York City, your new home
You didn't like the neighborhood
You really hated Hollywood

You said
Bye bye, baby
Bye bye, girl
Bye bye, baby
You're in another world

You said my friends are boring
You said my house is small
You like it fifty stories high
You like livin' tall

You hate the L.A. freeways
You hate the L.A. smog
You hate the west coast phonies
You like the city dogs

I'm confused but I'm not mad
Said I'm the worst you've ever had
I ain't delusional or institutional
But I'm pretty sure I ain't that bad

I said
Bye bye, baby
Bye bye, girl
Bye bye, baby
You're in another world

I tried to reach you on your private line
You sure ain't calling mine
Now I'm sittin' here all alone
With a broken heart in three time zones

Bye bye, baby
(Bye bye, baby)
Bye bye, girl
(Paging your phone)

Bye bye, baby
(Please check your email)
Bye bye, girl
(Why not your beeper?)

Bye bye, baby
(Stick your head out the window)
Bye bye, girl
(Oh, I'm mad as hell)
Bye bye, baby

Anyone at home?
Hello? Hello?
Anybody there?
Hello? Pick up?

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