Baby
I don't want to be your baby
I don't want to have to call for you
It's not my fault don't blame me
I won't be crawling around anymore
You wrap me up
Poor Chinese feet
The clothes I wear
The make me weak
I'm not trying to run
Before I can walk
The pillows talk
They talk to me
Poor Chinese feet
They tell me to walk>
Talk talk talk
Say something
Say something
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Bebé
No quiero ser tu bebé
No quiero tener que llamarte
No es mi culpa, no me culpes
No estaré arrastrándome más
Me envuelves
Pies chinos pobres
La ropa que uso
Me debilita
No estoy tratando de correr
Antes de poder caminar
Las almohadas hablan
Me hablan
Pies chinos pobres
Me dicen que camine
Habla, habla, habla
Di algo
Di algo
Bebé, bebé, bebé, bebé
Escrita por: The Comsat Angels