| I had a baby, |
| And he looks just like me, |
| A bald-headed baby. |
| He's been the makings of me. |
| His eyes are so blue, just like you, |
| But you haven't seen him. |
| I don't know what to tell him, |
| I don't know what to tell him. |
| I had a thing with |
| A man who wasn't mine to be with. |
| I woke up one June day |
| With him up inside me, ay! |
| And it excited me, |
| And I was crazy; |
| I was always crazy. |
| |
| But I had a baby, |
| So I'm never sorry. |
| He's been the makings of me. |
| When he asks, I tell him |
| That you love him, |
| But you can't be here |
| And when he says why, |
| I say I don't know why, |
| Because I don't know why |
| He should suffer instead of me |
| Over shit that's because of me. |
| Oh, I wish it wasn't so crazy |
| Broke my mind this this day. |
| |
| But I had a baby, |
| So beautiful, he. |
| He's been the makings of me. |
| |
| I had a fling with |
| A man who wasn't mine to be with. |
| I woke up one June day |
| With him up inside me, ay! |
| And it excited me, |
| And I was crazy; |
| I was always crazy. |
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