I feel like the world is turnin'
on me,
My dreams turnin' to ashes
right in front of my face,
And I'm gettin' kind of worried,
And I feel so out of place,
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans,
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans.
(Background) . . I feel like
cryin', yeh, yeh
Maybe baby, baby, baby, baby,
baby
In the mornin' when I've got
heartache,
I can't call up the doctor
for help,
Cause' the only person that
could ever do me any good,
Is steppin' out with my best
friend.
I feel like I'm slippin' deeper,
Slippin' deeper into myself,
And I can't take it,
This stuff is scarin' me to
death,
Maybe your baby done made some
other plans,
Kinda makin' me worried,
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans,
Little Sally Walker, sittin'
in a saucer,
Checkin' out the guys that
are passing by,
(Background)...by, by, by,
by...
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans
Maybe your baby done made some
other plans,
Not includin' future plans,
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans,
Maybe my baby done made some
other plans,
Maybe my baby done made another
plan
with another man. Your baby,
your baby, stupid baby, your baby,
That you put so trust so much
trust in your baby,
Maybe your baby done made
some other plans.
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |