Letra Música Baby Hotline – Jack Stauber
Baby hotline
Please, hold me close to you
Baby flatline
Still time to do it too
Baby snack time
Chow down to earth
But in your head, she’s a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom
Boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(Hotline) hung up and put on hold
(Hotline) my line is getting cold
(Hotline) hung up and put on hold
(Hotline) (no, uh, I’ll try again though)
Baby hotline
Please, dial nine to get out
No flatline
What were you scared about?
Baby sat by and felt the wind
At least I called her a hoarder of quarters
And no boundary boredom
Boundary boredom
I contend that your drinking eye has never opened
I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping
Wishing that the pills let you cry, and I hate coping
Someday I will go back outside and see her okay
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(For a while)
(While, oh)
(Hotline) hung up and put on hold
(Hotline) my line is getting cold
(Hotline) hung up and put on hold
(Hotline)
Numb
I feel burning with haste and I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb
I feel burning with haste and I’m realizing now what a terrible waste
I feel numb
I feel burning with haste and I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb
I feel burning with haste and I’m realizing now it’s a terrible waste
I feel numb
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
Sunbathe ‘til morning time
And your e-eyes will open wide
(What a waste) oh, baby, never mind
To my si-ight, oh, run and hide
I can say: Oh, wrap it in with cinnamon
(What about) I’ve been dead
Oh, wrap the trouble now
I feel so good, you’re welcome (if you did it)
Thinking bent, oh
I won’t stay more anymore, oh, I don’t even think about it
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
Oh, you know I don’t
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh
I hate hoping, oh