my babe takes hot baths in the snow
whenever he's low
and i sit and watch him
as he takes of his clothes
will he ever let me go?
my baby sings but he cannot dance
and, oh, i can watch him glance.
he remembers me as nights of gold
when promises broke.
will i ever watch you sway
and takes those days away?
forgiveness is what i ask for
but my baby read fake letters
and lights or flashes
blind him as water comes
from a forest of lashes.
oh, my baby really takes hot baths,
in the snow.
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