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Her shaved head and her pierced nose

 Her big rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes

Her Dr. Martens with her biker tights

 Her long, black leggings on a hot summer night

 And nobody calls her "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls her "Baby"

 I guess she'll never know

His working boots and flannel shirts

 His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts

Long, lonely walks with nowhere to go

 His only appointment's with a T.V. show

 And nobody calls him "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls him "Baby"

 I guess he'll never know

Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole

 She's losing her body to gain some control

Hours alone in some tanning salon

Trying a smaller and smaller size on

 And nobody calls her "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls her "Baby"

 I guess she'll never know

His pin-striped suits and wingtip shoes

 His palmtop computer and his Wall Street news

 He makes his plane, he keeps his pace

 He hides his pain behind a poker face

 And nobody calls him "Baby"

Nobody says "I love you so"

Nobody calls him "Baby"

 I guess he'll never know

 But Somebody loves those babies

Somebody loves what we can't see

 And if somebody told them maybe

 Those babies would be free

 Those babies would be free