Baby's Got It in the Genes Songtext

von Roman Candle

When you see a roadside bar
Or an old button down with a cigarette scar
Think of me babe, cause i'll be thinking of you.
It's not that you'll know where i'm at,
I won't be calling up your house or nothing like that,
I'm an old man now, and thinkings what I do.
I took my car this morning, going to get new shocks,
I saw a woman out watering her window box
And a couple of kids, i thought could have been you and me.
Something sparked up in my brain to tell you the truth,
I bought a box of raisins and a baby ruth
And sat down on the curb - twelve o'clock turned into three.
I can't explain your touch by saying "baby's got it in the genes,"
Well girl that don't amount to much, but it sells a lot of magazines.
Living without you, well it ain't so bad
I got a memory of you i didn't know i had,
And it's rattling around, being called back out of the deep.
I'll be the first one to tell you not much can last,
But i knew that full well before you came and past
So why are you on my mind, tonight, when i'm trying to sleep?
Cause I can't explain your touch by saying "baby's got it in the genes,"
Well girl that don't account for much, but it sells a lot of magazines.
So if you sit down heavy with your pen and ink
Or you're talking to yourself while your scrubbing the sink,
Well then talk to me girl, cause that's when i'm talking to you.