Tiny Baby
I'm pre-teen, I'ma tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
I'm pre-teen, I'ma tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
I cry when all boys in the book
Stole their girl's doll and threw it in the mud
I turn up the wall heater
Move to my bed and pull my knees up
There was a track lost its brakes on Corin Hill
It couldn't stop, went be the driveway
To my old house, passed the graveyard
And hit a green house
Wrighting on my gramma's wall
I heard some crying from somewhere above
Pregnant lady is half out of a window
She changed her mind and got in [?]
I slept underneath the duvet
Mistresses sister's brother had a work [?] then
Got a book for my birthday
Two girls in the plot were just like Jacobe and Nissa
A little kid choked in class
They say he's the reason there's hole in [?]
Mom cried fror the kid's mom
She guessed all he thought must be just to be [?]
Paul sled right in to the road
On a winter's day he was hit by a truck
Andrew said his face looked strange
They sat together in a [?]
So I'm pre-teen, a tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
I'm pre-teen, I'ma tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
I'm pre-teen, I'ma tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
I'm pre-teen, I'ma tiny baby
That can't keep its eyes open
Autor(es): Tim Kinsella, Bobby Burg