“Are you almost done?” My baby sighs “could you put the water on? Hey! Those aren’t my eye!” Right on… she says she’ll leave me, all the time and she said something else but it didn’t rhyme and it’s all just a song babe life is just a song, and I’m stuck on this one page I hope to find my baby on. Baby we are one but let’s get something straight. I’ve got two old ladies, two old ladies. Two old ladies. Two old ladies. Ones been coming around at the strangest times and whenever she does my baby cries. “Its all just a song” I say “life is just a song.” I’m stuck on this one phrase I hope my baby isn’t gone too long. Baby we are one, but there’s something in the way… I got two old ladies, two old ladies. Two old ladies. Two old ladies. Well, she said she’d leave me, now she didn’t lie. She just couldn’t be the gal on the side. It’s all for the song babe it’s all for the song. By the time I wrote the final words, she was gone