Oh my god, it's a crying shame How my baby is turning out She wraps herself all up in arms And shakes her pretty self about It's with a girlish sneer and a snotty nose She's got her everywhere she goes It's the way she's turning out So I guess that we'll be headin' south East side, west side, turn me on Set the stars and clouds askew Crazy times call for crazy minds So I guess that we'll be loving you And I'll be up all night until the crack of dawn But one more second and I'll be gone It's the way shе's turning out So I guess that we'll be hеadin' south I'll be headin' south Back to the middle, harsh and reserved Whispered in hushed tones Get me the advice columnist On your cellular telephone And I'll be up all night until the crack of dawn But one more second and I'll be gone And if you're clean and clear with no trace of fear You know that we could get it on