HER SHAVED HEAD AND HER PIERCED NOSE, HER BIG ROTWEILLERS AND HER TIE-DYED CLOTHES. HER DR. MAARTENS WITH HER BIKER TIGHTS, HER LONG BLACK LEGGINGS ON A HOT SUMMER NIGHT.
AND NOBODY CALLS HER BABY, NOBODY SAYS, "I LOVE YOU SO." NOBODY CALLS HER BABY I GUESS SHE'LL NEVER KNOW.
HIS WORKING BOOTS AND FLANNEL SHIRTS, HIS SYMPATHIES BURIED AS DEEP AS HIS HURTS, LONG LONELY WALKS WITH NOWHERE TO GO AND HIS ONLY APPOINTMENT IS WITH A TV SHOW.
EIGHTY POUNDS SHE'S HARDLY WHOLE, LOSING HER BODY TO GAIN SOME CONTROL. HOURS ALONE IN SOME TANNING SALON, TRYING A SMALLER AND SMALLER SIZE ON.
HIS PIN-STRIPED SUITS AND HIS WING-TIPPED SHOES, HIS LAP-TOP COMPUTER AND HIS WALL STREET NEWS, HE MAKES HIS PLANE AND KEEPS HIS PACE. HE HIDES HIS PAIN BEHIND A POKER FACE.
BUT SOMEBODY LOVES THOSE BABIES. SOMEBODY LOVES WHAT WE CAN'T SEE. AND IF SOMEBODY TOLD THEM MAYBE THOSE BABIES WOULD BE FREE
AND NOBODY CALLS HER BABY, NOBODY SAYS, "I LOVE YOU SO." NOBODY CALLS HER BABY I GUESS SHE'LL NEVER KNOW.
HIS WORKING BOOTS AND FLANNEL SHIRTS, HIS SYMPATHIES BURIED AS DEEP AS HIS HURTS, LONG LONELY WALKS WITH NOWHERE TO GO AND HIS ONLY APPOINTMENT IS WITH A TV SHOW.
EIGHTY POUNDS SHE'S HARDLY WHOLE, LOSING HER BODY TO GAIN SOME CONTROL. HOURS ALONE IN SOME TANNING SALON, TRYING A SMALLER AND SMALLER SIZE ON.
HIS PIN-STRIPED SUITS AND HIS WING-TIPPED SHOES, HIS LAP-TOP COMPUTER AND HIS WALL STREET NEWS, HE MAKES HIS PLANE AND KEEPS HIS PACE. HE HIDES HIS PAIN BEHIND A POKER FACE.
BUT SOMEBODY LOVES THOSE BABIES. SOMEBODY LOVES WHAT WE CAN'T SEE. AND IF SOMEBODY TOLD THEM MAYBE THOSE BABIES WOULD BE FREE