I'm Not Your Baby!
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
You'd better believe it or your pride will take a fall.
Don't try to touch me, don't try to hold my hand;
Men like you make me wish for another kind of man.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Real estate--living on a heating grate,
Or up in some Hamptons mansionette, doesn't matter--
Because home is where the body is, that's right!
He touches her arm and says, "Your eyes are so pretty...
You should keep wearing things that make you look this good."
And she's fixing her lipstick, fixing her hair,
And she's ready to leave because she's not for display--won't play.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
You'd better believe it or your pride will take a fall.
Don't try to touch me, don't try to hold my hand;
Men like you make me wish for another kind of man.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
So I went to the supermarket--to the meat section--
And all these boys were checking out the action;
They got their hang-dog eyes and their cat-hackle hair--
Bulge in their 501s, like plastic-wrapped veal.
And I push my cart past the desperate bodies--
I push my cart at 100 miles per hour!
I gotta run, gotta escape this situation;
Good thing I'm going...vegetarian!
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
You'd better believe it or your pride will take a fall.
Don't try to touch me, don't try to hold my hand;
Men like you make me wish for another kind of man.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Hey, baby, what's the word? And I said--
What difference when you don't speak my language? Yeah,
I speak the body--spirit and rhythm--and your eyes,
Your eyes are just predatory tools, like on a
Jackal, on a pit bull, like on an '81 Camaro;
So you move on over to the other side--your little
Hints and innuendoes are under my feet, not
Over my head where you wish they could be!
So, just move on back to the alphabet, learn to
Talk to me without your savagery; learn to
Rock to the rhythm, lock-into-my-beat, move your feet,
Shake it sweet, learn to rock, baby,
Rock
the baby rock; rock the
Baby rock; rock the baby rock;
Rock!
2-3-4! 2-3-4!
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
You'd better believe it or your pride will take a fall.
Don't try to touch me, don't try to hold my hand;
Men like you make me wish for another kind of man.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby doll.
Don't call me baby; I'm not your baby!
© Alan Reade, 2011
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