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Her shaved head and her pierced nose Her big Rotweilers and her tie-died clothes Her Dr. Martins with her biker tights Her long black leggins on a hot summer night(chorus 1) And nobody calls her baby Nobody says I love you so Nobody calls her baby Well I guess she'll never know His working boots and his flannel shirts His sympathy's buried as deep as his hurts Long lonely walks with nowhere to go And his only appointmen't with a TV show(chorus 2) And nobody calls him baby Nobody says I love you so Nobody calls him baby Well I guess he'll never know80 pounds she's hardly home She's losing her body just to gain some control Hours alone in some tanning salon She's trying a smaller and smaller size on(chorus 1) His pinstriped suit and his wing tipped shoes His laptop computer and his Wall Street News He makes his plane he wins his case He hides his pain behind a poker face(chorus 2) 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 Those babies would be free
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