Sometimes it’s like I’ve known him for an hour Or a hundred thousand days And I know there’ve been other girls before But he says I just get his ways.
My baby, he has complicated ways. My baby, he’s got complicated ways.
Sometimes, his face is clear as tears And open as a beggar’s empty hand. Then suddenly he’ll pull back like the tide And slide away like sand.
My baby can be hard to understand. My baby, he’s a complicated man.
chorus: And oh, his shirt is torn. His shoes are worn, but he was born for better things. I know he does his best, and he’ll be blessed. In time, he’ll finally find his wings. He’ll finally find his wings.
His smile is like a summer afternoon. His laugh’s a glass of cheap champagne. But if he lets his demons loose, They’ll chill you like a February rain.
There’s some things that my baby can’t explain. And that’s something my baby can’t explain.
His fists are from his father Like the lines that crack the corners of his eyes. But his love is like his mother’s. If he lets you in, he’ll hold you, hold you tight.
And it breaks my heart to see how hard he tries. It breaks my heart to see how hard he tries.
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