She was so sweet once,
She was innocent,
Now she’s a crib-case, it’s all very disgusting,
She fell in love but she fell out again,
She cries for her milk when she should be eating.
She’s helpless,
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game,
She’s going nowhere; she’s staying the same.
Little birds are helpless way up in the tree,
They cry for mother almost constantly,
But little birds one day must take their wing,
I told her this she threw her rattle at me.
She plays the baby game, (oh yeah)
She plays the baby game, (oh yeah)
She plays the baby game.
She keeps on crying, should be for shame,
She talks her gibberish, can’t say her name,
No direction purpose or aim,
When she ought to be walking, she’s acting so lame.
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game.
I’ll do my best; I’ll let her lean on me,
With some encouragement, well maybe I’ll reach her,
I can still love her; treat her tenderly,
I’ll take it slowly; there is so much to teach her.
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game,
She plays the baby game,
She’s going nowhere; she’s staying the same.
She plays the baby game, (oh yeah)
She plays the baby game, (oh yeah)
She plays the baby game, (oh yeah)
(fade)
