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Bad Baby Boy

1985 © Neal Gladstone
 
You know it's hard to imagine
That a girl like you
Could want a bad baby boy like me
Yes it's hard to imagine
Such a thing could ever be, yes indeed
You're the top of the rock,
The toast of the town
The peach at the top of the tree
Yes it's hard to imagine
For a bad baby boy like me
 
You know it's hard to imagine
That my luck would change
Just when things was looking bleak
It's hard to imagine
We was dancing cheek to cheek
(so to speak)
You're the top of the rock,
The toast of the town
The smile on the bride-to-be
Yes, it's hard to imagine
For a bad baby boy like me
 
I used to be bad, I used to get mad,
I used to burn constantly
But I didn't know
Life could be so lovely
Now I'm cooling down,
Now that I found
Heaven was made for two
And I've got a feeling
That my bad baby days are through
 
You know it's hard to remember
What my life was like
Before I gazed into your eyes
Yes, it's hard to remember
When I ever felt so high, my oh my
You're the top of the rock,
The toast of the town,
The sweet in the harmony
Yes it's hard to remember
For a bad baby boy like me
 
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