Wears a coat of diapher that stings
 Strangles words for the laughter it brings

 She juggles space with a match in her hand
 Sparking flames when her temper expands
 As your head starts to swing by a string

 Sometimes
 She makes my brain feel like this...
 But she's my baby
 But she's my baby

 C'mon
 She fought the wave with her feet stuck in sand
 Disappears when you reach for her hand
 Says goodbye when hello's in demand

 C'mon
 She mystifies and she lies through her veil
 Screws it up when it all goes too well
 Makes the rules as she goes 'cos she can
 And her drummers like not in anybody's band - ya dig?

 Sometimes
 She makes my brain feel like this...
 But she's my baby
 But she's my baby

 She moves like the sea
 Without hark the sand that covers her beach
 She wafts the feet of my expectations
 And rolls away beyond my pride

 She gives me time right between sleeve and arm
 Gives you lip when you wanted her charm
 She howls at the moon but she spits at the sun

 Sometimes
 She makes my brain feel like this...
 (it must be the karma)
 But she's my baby
 She's my baby
 She's my baby
 But she's my