I cain’t find my baby! Looked around and my baby cain’t be found.
I know she’s out there. I know she’s out there strutting her stuff.
I know I gotta find her.
My baby ain’t around.
My baby has to come home to her daddy.
If my baby don’t come home tonight.
I’ll have to go out and find her.
And when I find her,
If she’s with another man.
I’ll just have kill her.
I don’t want to.
I love my baby.
My baby weighs heavy on my mind.
My baby ain’t around and she cain’t be found.
That weighs heavy on my mind.
My baby’s coming home tonight.
Or else, when I find her, I’m gonna shoot her dead with my .44.
I cain’t find my baby. Looked around and my baby cain’t be found.
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Oh Lord! That’s messed up love.
Sure ‘nough, Linda.
I think you popped your cork with this one. Yet, when you read it the second time, it is saying more than the obvious; or maybe not. Only you know the intent. I still say, especially after this piece, you need to get laid. ?
First I gotta sober up.
Baby’s sure as shootin’ in the witness protection program
That’s a good one.
I would suggest a .38. Might not be as messy as a .44.
Thanks for the help.
Anytime. 😀
Sad. Pathetic. Get outta the gutter and then you can find your baby.
I think this should be set to some heavy blues music – what do you think?
I think you’re right.
Yikes, Andrew. The places your imagination roams.
Thank you for reaffirming it’s only my imagination.