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She looked like a corpse on my front porch Clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying Let`s get the baby high
Oh little pig, little pig, let me in I`ve traded food stamps for a bottle a` gin C`mon, let`s get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody Of an innocent child`s a tragedy No, don`t get your baby high
Oh, just open up, I`ve got nowhere to go My man threw me out and it`s starting to snow So, let`s get the baby high
I don`t mean to question your parenting skills But I`m really amazed that kid hasn`t been killed Please don`t get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me Is really the height of hypocrisy So, let`s get the baby high
There`s no way in hell I`ll open my door I still have pictures from the time before No, don`t get your baby high
Yes I`ve traded my oldest for a couple a` lids But it`s none of your business how I raise my kids Now, let`s get the baby high
For someone like you to get custody Of an innocent child`s a tragedy No, don`t get your baby high
I`ve asked you politely, now I`m gonna be mean If you don`t open up, I`m going to scream Let`s get the baby high
You can scream all you want but you`re not gettin` in What you do to that kid is really a sin Please don`t get your baby high
For someone like you to criticize me Is really the height of hypocrisy Now, let`s get the baby high
It must be a boy because it`s turning blue... Oh, cootchie, cootchie coo...
She still stood like a corpse on my front porch Still clutching the spawn of her latest divorce, saying Let`s get the baby high
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