The highway is full big cars going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass...
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn
Some people wrap their lives around a cocktail glass...
And you sit wondering
where you're going to turn.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
Some prophets say world is gonna end tomorrow
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
But others say we've got a week or two
The paper is full of every kind of blooming horror
And you sit wondering
what you're gonna do.
I got it.
Come. And be my baby.
- Maya Angelou
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