Baby's on a chariot back home
crossing cities, crossing countries, skipping stones
and he writes me, and he calls me, got a pretty little way with words
and he fights me, as he lights me, up another one of his favorite birds
but ah- he doesn't need me anymore.
but ah- he doesn't need me anymore.
baby rides the blue moon back home
cigarette hanging from his mouth as he counts stars
and he writes me, and he calls me, such a pretty little way with words
and he kills me, as he smiles and flips another one of his favorite birds
but ah- I don't need ya anymore
but ah- I don't need him anymore
ah ah I don't need him anymore
woah, woah, woah, woah

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