"Baby On My Arm" as written by and Ross Flournoy....
I won't leave it to you
This task of burning through a
Wounded year, my darling,
Never once was a sorry man

I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm

Two lips angled on yours
In the park I thought I told you
Once, maybe two times, as I guess
I was right, you weren't that special to me

I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm

Back on Sunday
Leaving Monday
I'm going down
Back on Sunday
Leaving Monday
I'm going down

Pretty paper playing
On a distant radio station
Extra old and an angry,
Does the faith of trails address the sound?

I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm
I want my baby on my arm


Lyrics submitted by moflo

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