Baby is really real

Oh baby you're a robot
On your way to the city
With
Ah, big plans coming out of
Your eyes and your ears
And your feet and your heart
Ah, coming back from the trip
Trippy
Baby got new blue jeans in the city

Perhaps you're following the wrong flow
I couldn't say it cause I don't know
Oh, over-there
I knew it was a truce

Haven't been coming around here often
You're looking at the way I walk
Like a third person video game
I'm watching myself
Walk and talk

Well my baby's in the city
I swear i haven't made her up
Oh, well
You are just a robot
And I Don't know what comes around

You're the gun that shoots your brain out
On the floor behind your desk
Oh well, I am just an ashtray
And I'm rotting in my flesh

Oh well
My baby's in the city

I don't know what to do
My baby crossed my way
I don't know what to say



Credits
Writer(s): Solar Suitcase
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