
I'm thinkin about you
My baby blue
I'm so jaded
and baby I'm afraid of you
My baby blue
I'm so jaded
and baby I'm afraid of you
Hey j-j-jaded
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin the breeze with him
When everything you see is a blur
And ectasy's what you prefer
There ain't no baby please
When I'm shootin the breeze with him
When everything you see is a blur
And ectasy's what you prefer
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