1995 - Lyrics by Whitlams


Lyrics
My baby pretends to be my baby
Does a fine line in deception
What night did she fall?
Or is it better to knowwhat i did the night before?
There's nothing i can do
No way that i can hurt myself
My baby pretends to be my baby
Does a fine line in deception
His baby pretends to be his baby
She was on the phone last night
There's nothing i can do
No way that i can hurt myself
There's nothing i can say
And i'll be going out tonight
It's 1995 going out
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