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Green Bay Packers - Baby Eyes Lyrics

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Year of the rat, last of the litter
Somebody shot the babysitter
They say my middle name is Danger
The kind you keep away from strangers

I say whoa-oh-oh
Im out of control
Well baby when I see your pretty face
I say whoa-oh-oh
God rest your fucking soul
Cause baby baby I was born to kill

I pulled the trigger for the shooting stars
I am the motor in your crashing car
I am the cherub in the arab spring
I am the bullet in your magazine

Im say whoa-oh-oh
Im out of control
Well baby when I see your pretty face
I say whoa-oh-oh
God rest your fucking soul

Cause baby baby eyes
Well baby baby eyes
Well baby baby I was born to kill