"Baby Blue" as written by Crispin Macmichael Sandys Hunt and Simon Edward Stafford....
Light bulb in my room
Eclipsed by many moons
Dressed in my costume, baby
Photos on the wall
Of ones who have it all
The girls the boys will call, baby
It's impossible to fight
When you work a hard day's night
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
Piper in the woods
Wooed me from my hood
Said I'd be a good baby
Sold into a world
Or oriental pearls
Such a pretty girl, baby
I'm a million faces now
Stolen angel in the crowd
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
If you hear my voice
Breaking through your noise
No, you can't take long
I will send my name
On a paper plane
But you can't take long
St. Agnus don't call
The ghosts within these stalls
Den mother just calls us baby
There's a dragon tower
In every nation's power
This is now the hour
Sri Lanka, Katmandu
I'm in New York City, too
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
Eclipsed by many moons
Dressed in my costume, baby
Photos on the wall
Of ones who have it all
The girls the boys will call, baby
It's impossible to fight
When you work a hard day's night
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
Piper in the woods
Wooed me from my hood
Said I'd be a good baby
Sold into a world
Or oriental pearls
Such a pretty girl, baby
I'm a million faces now
Stolen angel in the crowd
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
If you hear my voice
Breaking through your noise
No, you can't take long
I will send my name
On a paper plane
But you can't take long
St. Agnus don't call
The ghosts within these stalls
Den mother just calls us baby
There's a dragon tower
In every nation's power
This is now the hour
Sri Lanka, Katmandu
I'm in New York City, too
This is not my voice
This is not my choice
This is somebody's baby
They don't know my age
They don't know my name
They just call me baby blue
Baby blue
Lyrics submitted by TwilightSage
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The chorus is especially haunting, the plea of a prostituted slave that someone might see through her act and realize that he/she's in trouble.
It's all about the fact that we deindividualize an even dehumanize prostitutes, when often they were forced into the business against their will. The narrator points out that while her customers only see her as a whore, they wonder about her name or the fact that she is someone's daughter.
In case you're wondering, the "St. Agnus don't call" line refers to St, Agnus, the saint of young women and bodily purity.