Baby’s on fire
Better throw her in the water
Look at her laughing
Like a heifer to the slaughter
Baby’s on fire
And all the laughing boys are b#tching
Waiting for photos
Oh the plot is so bewitching
Rescuers row, row
Do your best to change the subject
Blow the wind blow, blow
Lend some assistance to the object
Photographers snip snap
Take your time, she’s only burning
This kind of experience
Is necessary for her learning
If you’ll be my flotsam
I could bе half the man I used to
They said you wеre hot stuff
And that’s what baby’s been reduced to
Juanita and Juan
Very clever with the daggers
Makin’ their fortunes
Selling second-hand tobaccos
Juan dances at Chico’s
And when the clients are evicted
He empties the ashtrays
And pockets all that he’s collected
But baby’s on fire
And all the instruments agree that
The temperature’s rising
And any idiot would know that
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Absolute Body Control Lyrics – Baby’s On Fire