Mr. Baby
Listen Mr. Baby there’s nobody home
No one in the branches or on the phone
Well now you know, you know
Just how wrong things can go
Sorry Mr. Baby, no one in the house
No one in the mousetrap but one white mouse
And now you know how wrong
Things can go
And just how low is low
Things were meant to leave us
Things were meant to go
When they leave us
It should grieve us less
Each time, you know
Truly Mr. Baby, no one anywhere
Was someone, was something ever there?
Well now at least you know
How wrong
Things can go
And just how low is low
Things were meant to leave you
Things were meant to go
When they leave you
It will grieve you
Less each time, you know
Yes it’s so
Less each time, you know