Babies We're making babies And it's kind of crazy, I love these babies that we are making
Maybe they'll be amazing But if you look at statistics, most of them will be sick Our little babies
They could be Mansons or Monroes or Charlie Birds or Al Capones They could be easy to accept or simply socially inept They could creep in the dark, in a park, placing danger on our babies
We're making babies And it's kind of crazy, I love these babies we are creating
Babies (babies, babies, babies) We all were once babies But now we are just in the halls, in these hospitals Making babies, who make babies, who make babies
Ah, ah, ah- Baby talk, it comes across as innocent, innocent But when these words start forming you'll hear stupid shit, I swear you will
Babies We're still making babies And it's kind of crazy I'll love these babies We keep on makingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
