Strange rain fallin' around us All day, every day Strange rain fallin' around us And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby Much too little to run Baby, my baby What will become of my son?
Measurin' death for a suit, Lord All day, Every day They're measurin' death for a suit, Lord And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby Much too little to run Baby, my baby And what will become of my son?
My kid don't eat what I feed him All day, every day My kid won't eat what I feed him And what will become of my baby?
Baby, my baby Much too little to run Baby, my baby And what will become of my son?
Strange rain fallin' around us All day, every day There's strange rain fallin' around us And what will become of my son?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
