Baby Baby Baby...

If I had it my way, I wouldn't follow.

Today yesterday or what is in the wallow.

But I am just a baby.

Soft needy and crazy

Baby baby baby

Won't you say that goodness comes to those who don't hold onto sorrow.

And from me to you, it will all lose the sadness of tomorrow.

Because I am weak, weak and tired so tired.

So, goodness comes to all who follow the golden path of good tidy marrow.

But I am a widow, a cold b***h.

And for what it is worth

It is a far shorter pitch.