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Oct 2013
crying babies
naked ladies
car payments
make it all stop

crying babies
naked ladies
I’m on top of the building
Maybe I should walk

crying babies
naked ladies
She wrote her number down and gave me a wink
A night with her or food for the week

crying babies
naked ladies
dumb girls running away from home, running from the love
their mothers unsure of what they’re dreaming of

crying babies
naked ladies
the table set, the stove is humming
we sit laughing, the little ones come running

crying babies and naked ladies
and toothless smiles and tear-filled grins
and broken glass and broken bones
this place is hell but this place is home
Written by
Jose Martinez
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