She didn't warn me the way she said she would
She didn't say goodbye
I'd like to cheer my aching heart if I could
I'd like to know the reason why.
What part of my life she couldn't buy
But I'll have a drink and then I'll cry.
So put a nipple on my bottle bartender
Warm my whiskey and be a baby's frined
A baby can't cry and tonight when I get high
I'm gonna be a baby again.
Go ahead and laugh at me
If you want to my friend I'm in misery
This second child who won't cause my pain to end
And I suppose that child could see
That it won't bring her back to me
But it might help to some degree.
So put a nipple on my bottle bartender
Warm my whiskey and be a baby's frined
A baby can't cry and tonight when I get high
I'm gonna be a baby again...