| She looked like a corpse on my front porch
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| Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
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| Let’s get the baby high
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| Oh little pig, little pig, let me in
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| I’ve traded food stamps for a bottle a' gin
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| C’mon, let’s get the baby high
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| For someone like you to get custody
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| Of an innocent child’s a tragedy
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| No, don’t get your baby high
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| Oh, just open up, I’ve got nowhere to go
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| My man threw me out and it’s starting to snow
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| So, let’s get the baby high
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| I don’t mean to question your parenting skills
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| But I’m really amazed that kid hasn’t been killed
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| Please don’t get your baby high
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| For someone like you to criticize me
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| Is really the height of hypocrisy
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| So, let’s get the baby high
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| There’s no way in hell I’ll open my door
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| I still have pictures from the time before
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| No, don’t get your baby high
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| Yes I’ve traded my oldest for a couple a' lids
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| But it’s none of your business how I raise my kids
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| Now, let’s get the baby high
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| For someone like you to get custody
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| Of an innocent child’s a tragedy
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| No, don’t get your baby high
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| I’ve asked you politely, now I’m gonna be mean
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| If you don’t open up, I’m going to scream
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| Let’s get the baby high
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| You can scream all you want but you’re not gettin' in
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| What you do to that kid is really a sin
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| Please don’t get your baby high
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| For someone like you to criticize me
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| Is really the height of hypocrisy
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| Now, let’s get the baby high
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| It must be a boy because it’s turning blue…
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| Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo…
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| She still stood like a corpse on my front porch
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| Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying
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| Let’s get the baby high |