BABY WHAT'
S WRONG / Whitehorse Was that your face
Walking down 5th Street
It was on your head
But it was looking at your feet
Your steely eyes
The meanest blue
Betray the bitter darkness inside you Baby, what's wrong I'm afraid to ask you
Baby, what's wrongTell me what did he do
Is there no loving in the aftermath
Of a sad, sad song?
I see your hands
The way they hide up your sleeve
Your tender fingers in a tight white fist
That was meant for me
I'm not the one who hurt you
I'm just passing by
But I would dry your big wet tears if you would let me try
I wanna hear the story
About a girl and boy
With handful of his hair she says you are my toy
She winds him up so tightly that he can barely brea-ee-eth
Lying in in a tangled mess that he could never leave
Is there no loving in the aftermath of a sad, sad song

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