Babies - Baxter Dury

You say you’re sorry for this love

In this world of broken china

I sit and wait for me to change

I grow older and angrier each day

And the boy

And the boy slips away

Beautiful Babies

Beautiful Babies

I still cry

I still cry

All night

You don’t seem satisfied

That the love on its death bed is mine

And the boy

And the boy slips away

Beautiful Babies

Beautiful Babies

Beautiful Babies

Beautiful Babies