If I Was a Baby - Chuck Prophet

If I was a baby with nothing to hide

I would be saying prayers all of the time

I wouldn’t think to whom they’re addressed

I’d have my mouth on the mystery’s breast

Little boy blue in the corn with his horn

Pouring out music the day he was born

Son of a gun and his holster in love

He can’t remember what he is made of

Teenage Maria is caught in the door

Not understanding what her body’s for

Suddenly all of the pieces align

Sick to her stomach she feels like she’s flying

Man with a magazine over his face

Wishes that he was in some other place

Life is a waiting room for all those who wait

So much of it’s terrible but all of it’s great

Now if I was a baby I could be blessed

I would sing true love right out of your chest

I’d get the paper and get myself dressed

I’d keep my mouth on the mystery’s breast