written by Maria McKee click here to go to Maria McKee's official site click here to return to links
Tell your mama you don't need it You don't need it anymore And if she tries to feed you Spit it out on the floor
I dream in a box It's empty, I love to sleep If you're dying to get lost Don't die with me
And you hang (around my neck so tight) And you hang (around my neck so tight) Like a baby (you cut into my throat) And you hang (what else you wanna know)
And I love what we are But I hate what I am And I wanna be like you But I hate when you're like them
Don't wanna be a father It's too good of an excuse to leave Sometimes I wish I wasn't born It's too bad of an excuse to breathe
And you hang (around my neck so tight) And you hang (around my neck so tight) Like a baby (you cut into my throat)
Baby, baby Baby, baby Baby, baby Baby, baby
And we all wake up together These pictures shining in our heads Sometimes I leave the house Sometimes I stay in bed
And we all wake up together And we trade each other jive Take me with you when you go There's so much I wanna know
And you hang (around my neck so tight) And you hang (around my neck so tight) Like a baby (you cut into my throat)
And you hang (what else you wanna know) And you hang (around my neck so tight) Like a baby (you cut into my throat) And you hang (what else you wanna know)
from Life Is Sweet ©1996 Geffen Again Music / Little Diva Music Company BMI click here to go to Maria McKee's official site click here to return to links |