Baby's Romance Songtext

von Chris Garneau

The baby's sleeping in the crib on top
The baby's sleeping above you
You will lift him to the parking lot
Your car is waiting there for you
Your car is waiting there for you

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.

The whiskey's waiting on the firetop,
The baby's going to drink too.
The lady's got no clue; she's at the shop.
But if she'd knew then she'd kill you.
The bugs are out cause they come out at night,
Usually they just bite our hands.
Cause normally we have clothes on without a fight,
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.
But now fighting's a part of baby's romance.

I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.

Baby sleeps against graveyard flower pots.
The baby's sleeping up against you.
I think he'd prefer an old motel cot.
Or any bed made without you.
Or any bed made without you.

I'd like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.
I would like to see a little more propriety,
Cooperate with me and answer me
Without a plea.

I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I know now, I know now, I know now,
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I'm never gonna tell on you.
I'm never gonna tell on you.