Chuck Prophet - If I Was A Baby lyrics

If I was a baby with nothing to hide l would he saying my prayers all the time And l wouldn’t think to whom they're addressed l'd have my mouth on the mystery's breast Now, little boy blue in the corn with his horn Pouring out music the day he was born Son of a gun and his holster in love He can't remember what he is made of Teenage Maria is caught in the door Not understanding what her body's for Suddenly all of the pieces align Sick to her stomach, she feels like she's flying Man with a magazine over his face Wishes that he was in some other place Life is a waiting room for all those who wait So much of it's terrible but all of it's great Now if I was a baby l could be blessed l would sing true love right out ot your chest l'd get the paper and get myself dressed l'd keep my mouth on the mystery‘s breast