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
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I'm reasonably confident that the chords are correct. If you listen to the song, you'll
that it's actually fingerpicking, but I like the sound of the song with chords.