Her shaved head and her pierced nose
Her big Rotweilers and her tie-died clothes
Her Dr Martins with her biker tights
Her long black leggins on a hot summer night
(chorus 1)
And nobody calls her baby
Nobody says I love you so
Nobody calls her baby
Well I guess she'll never know
His working boots and his flannel shirts
His sympathy's buried as deep as his hurts
Long lonely walks with nowhere to go
And his only appointmen't with a TV show
(chorus 2)
And nobody calls him baby
Nobody says I love you so
Nobody calls him baby
Well I guess he'll never know
80 pounds she's hardly home
She's losing her body just to gain some control
Hours alone in some tanning salon
She's trying a smaller and smaller size on
(chorus 1)
His pinstriped suit and his wing tipped shoes
His laptop computer and his Wall Street News
He makes his plane he wins his case
He hides his pain behind a poker face
(chorus 2)
But somebody loves those babies
Somebody loves what we can't see
And if somebody told them maybe
Those babies would be free
Those babies would be free
Those babies would be free