Little Baby Girl

 You're expecting someone to lick your wounds
to come and see right through you
and all your gimmicks and decaying body
You want someone to heal your soul
to embrace you completely
as you grow and age grey and old

Little baby girl, you're a blast
you're a bomb
you're rock and roll
and the most beautiful song

You're trying to get down with the town
but you know you're a lonely wolf
with your old black American car
dying your hair whenever it regrows blonde