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Tekster: Kinks. Babies.

Babies bein' born every day
In a world where there's so much to discover
All the babies cryin' out from the womb
Not much room, can I come out mother?

Mama, can you hear me call?
Don't drop me out now
'Cos it's a long way to fall
Mama, I can hear all the sounds
Outside it's like a battleground
And I'm afraid to fall down

Into the great big nowhere
Papa's had a skin full of beer
Mama, don't let him into here

Baby, baby baby

Babies bein' born
Different hormones and genes
There's so many of us out there
How was I conceived?
Was it love, was I meant
Or was I just an accident?

Mama, what I sense from the outside
It's a world full of fear
And there's nowhere to hide
Mama, I feel safe between these walls
And I'm so scared of heights
And it's a long way to fall

Into the great big nowhere
May be papa's gettin' pressure from his peers
Are you straight, are you queer
So he made me

Baby, baby baby

Babies bein' born, some are rich, some are poor
But they're innocent and unprepared
Little girls and boys, didn't ask to be born
But they're always poppin' out there
Fallin' into the great big nowhere

Mama, I know that once upon a time
You and papa were rich
When you were both in your prime
Mama, now you got the pains
And I know it's nearly time
But I don't want to join the crowd
I see standin' in line

Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby

Babies bein' induced, no excuse, what's the use?
So they're always poppin' out there
Babies didn't wanna be born
Ill-equipped, running loose
But they're innocent and unprepared

Mama, now you are showin' all the signs
But, is your world upside down
On its head just like mine?
Mama, now your ambition is mine
Don't make me over achieve
Too much in my time
Ohh mama, please don't make me climb
Mama

Baby, baby, baby
Baby, baby, baby

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