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big babies it's halloween, we're in the kitchen i'm the devil and you're a witch and you're angry we didn't dress up for the holiday cuz we never have any fun anymore but what about that lunch at wendy's for your birthday you seemed awfully grateful at the time that doesn't count, you say that doesn't count, you say we were much younger then but i say no matter how old no matter how gray from the wailing wall to the need to drop the ball we are all a bunch of big babies anyway your cheeks are red, your eyes are blue your hands are cold, your words are few and i don't know if we'll ever get married i don't know if we'll ever be true and i'd pimp you to the neighbors if i knew them and you'd shoot me in my heart if you could find it just to keep me from loving you to keep me from loving you to keep me from loving you no matter how old no matter how gray from the wailing wall to the need to drop the ball we are all a bunch of big babies anyway there's no sense in going outside it's shining cats and dogs kittens and puppies hippies and yuppies can't see through the fog we've all lied inside the u.s. senate but i said i loved you and i meant it i made a motion on the floor if i could stand up i'd be an astronaut but anyone who ever lifted off descended not even lawyers can prevent it some days they may lock us up some days they may let us out but every night we'll twist and shout no matter how old no matter how gray from the wailing wall to the need to drop the ball we are all a bunch of big babies anyway


noam weinstein / no songs (ascap)