| Where the hell is my baby?
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| Sometimes she goes too far.
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| When you feel like this about someone
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| You wanna know where they are
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| Where the hell is my baby?
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| Cause I’m sure she ain’t sleeping around
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| But maybe there is one other person
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| Making her little heart pound
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| I am ready to fight him
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| With my fists and my feet
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| With my feet and my fists and my knees and my wrists
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| And where the hell do the days go?
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| There’s another one sneaking away
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| And I don’t like to think about the next one
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| Though I never could stand the delay
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| And where the hell is my baby?
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| The sun is sitting low and I’m home
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| When you feel like this about someone
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| You want 'em coming home alone
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| But I am ready to fight him
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| With my fists and my feet
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| With my feet and my fists and my spleen and my wits
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| Come back honey, come back baby
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| Come back home, come back home
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| I am ready to fight him
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| With my fists and my feet
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| With my feet and my fists and my knees and my wrists |