Baby's got blue eyes
Tomorrow I'll be blue as well
Baby-he's made out of lies
Tomorrow I'll have no colour to tell
Baby's got soft hands
Tomorrow he will tear me apart
Baby-I think he just pretends
Tomorrow he will break my heart
Baby's got sweet voice
Tomorrow much wiser I will be
Baby-he tells me to rejoice
Tomorrow there'll be no joy to see
Baby's got wings he wants to fly
Tomorrow I will have no nest
Baby-he sings my dreams to the sky
Tomorrow he'll leave me at our best
Baby he tells me love I mistrust
He tells me I should trust him more
But baby not to believe you I must
For baby-sweet darling- you've done that before
©Miroslava Odalovic
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