Baby

[D] Her shaved head and her [A]pierced nose
Her [Bm]big rot[A]tweilers and her [G]tie-dyed [D/F#]clothes
[Em] Her Dr. Martens with her [A]biker tights
Her [D]long, black leggings on a [A]hot summer night

And [D]nobody calls her "[Bm]Baby"
[G]Nobody [D/F#]says "I [Em]love you [A]so"
[D]Nobody calls her "[Bm]Baby"
I [G]guess she'll [A]never [D]know

[D] His working boots and [A]flannel shirts
His [Bm]sympathies [A]buried as [G]deep as his [D/F#]hurts
[Em] Long, lonely walks with [A]nowhere to go
His [D]only appointment's with a [A]T.V. show

And [D]nobody calls him "[Bm]Baby"
[G]Nobody [D/F#]says "I [Em]love you [A]so"
[D]Nobody calls him "[Bm]Baby"
I [G]guess he'll [A]never [D]know

[D] Eighty pounds, she's [A]hardly whole
She's [Bm]losing her [A]body to [G]gain some con[D/F#]trol
[Em] Hours alone in some [A]tanning salon
[D]Trying a smaller and [A]smaller size on

And [D]nobody calls her "[Bm]Baby"
[G]Nobody [D/F#]says "I [Em]love you [A]so"
[D]Nobody calls her "[Bm]Baby"
I [G]guess she'll [A]never [D]know

[D] His pin-striped suits and [A]wingtip shoes
His [Bm]palmtop com[A]puter and his [G]Wall Street [D/F#]news
He[Em] makes his plane, he [A]keeps his pace
He [D]hides his pain behind a [A]poker face

And [D]nobody calls him "[Bm]Baby"
[G]Nobody [D/F#]says "I [Em]love you [A]so"
[D]Nobody calls him "[Bm]Baby"
I [G]guess he'll [A]never [D]know

But [D]Somebody loves those [Bm]babies
[G]Somebody [D/F#]loves what [Em]we can't [A]see
And if [D]somebody told them [Bm]maybe
Those [G]babies [A]would be [D]free

Those [G]babies [A]would be [D]free