There is a major and a minor to the key Im singing,
And all that I can say,
Is that a time will come--it will be funand well be singing,
Oh, everyday.
I met her in the here-and-now of last October.
Oh, my timing was great,
And, then, I left her in the pouring rain and she got bitter.
I just couldnt relate.
Its top of the line, yeah, yeah.
Cause there are times when all the world,
Is a newborn baby thats a girl,
And I know what she wants.
What she wants.
Sometimes I get to thinking how we lost our loving:
I couldnt believe.
Sometimes I dwell on things I shouldnt dwell on, baby,
They tell me its a disease,
But I dont believe, no, no, no.
Cause there are times when all the world,
Is a newborn baby thats a girl.
Good and bad become a blur,
And were all wrapped up inside the swirl.
I fail to realize what she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
Lets pass the time in this world,
Thats a newborn baby thats a girl.
The good and bad become a blur,
And were all wrapped up inside the swirl.
To be alive,
Is to just not try,
Is to realize what she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.
What she wants.