Baby Strange

(Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba)

Baby strange, what does it take to love you?

Baby strange, what does it take to loathe you?

Stuck in occasions unfinished and severed

I'm dead with my eyes open wide

Heaven above you, tired and lonely

I'm terrified

But in an ideal world there'd be a decent conversation

And dignified

Unlike the arsehole lovers with the blackmail rules of seizure

Or suicide, they lied!