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Baby Shoe
Forrest Day
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(One, two, three, four)
Well, got a pack of Parliaments
Six-hundred fifty cents
And another hundred dollars
I don't know where it went
Stupid spending sprees, they're killing me
Collection calls wanting all my money
And it makes me sick, it can't get worse
The plot gets thick, it makes me curse โ
I curse my date, my date of birth
It makes me question, I question my worth!
Got my baby's baby shoe
Hanging from my rear view
I got a brand new attitude
I'm driving down my avenue
I don't know what I sweat it for I never did before
She's got me seeing more
Of what I've got down by my core
And it makes me think that it's alright
And everything will work
In spite, in spite, of how, of how it seems
It seems so hopeless, it's challenging me!
So sad it makes me laugh
Instead of, instead of cry, instead of cry
And it's old
So I can let it die
I'll let it die
(One, two, three, four)
I got my baby's body close
Headed toward the coast
We just had one of those days on tippy-toes
I'm filling up with gas, I fill my hands with ash
We're dancing closely
And this rhythm comes to me so fast
(One, two, three, four)
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