Ted Jensen - Baby Eyes lyrics

Go, go, go! Year of the rat, last of the litter Somebody shot the babysitter They say my middle name is danger The kind you keep away from strangers I say whoa I'm out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say whoa God rest your f**ing soul Cause baby, baby, I was born to k** I pulled the trigger for the shooting stars I am the motor in your crashing car I am the cherub and the Arab spring I am the bullet in your magazine I say whoa I'm out of control Well, baby, when I see your pretty face I say whoa God rest your f**ing soul Cause baby baby eyes Well, baby baby eyes Well, baby, baby, I was born to k**