Baby Girls - Shivaree

Angels in the sitting room

The wind gets here at seven

Take the bread and baby shoes send them back to heaven

And you can tell the boss she’s keeping the curls

Enough to decorate another dozen baby girls

The flash is coming soon and we don’t look so good

Sorry that I sleep so much you’ve always understood

Well here I go again so I will see you next eleven

Cross yourself knock three times hope we throw a seven

And you can tell the man she’s keeping her eyes

So she can see you coming all you dirty rotten guys

She’s never thrown a punch at least not until now

You always make them violent you’ve always known just how

They always tell stories they all go away

We all break the baby and mothers to blame and then

Some get up early some never pay

Get used to it girlie it’s all for fun anyway

Big ceremonies things that go fast

Your cheer is such a treasure

Your tears are like the weather

There never meant to last