My baby, don't talk nasty about her
You ain't even got no class
I'm gonna kick your ass
My baby, treats me like a maharajah
Deceiving nothingness
My baby brings me happiness
Rushing on each sensation
In all the gods' creations
With the hysteria of the condemned
My baby, don't you even talk about her
My baby's a brazillion times better than you
Ah, better than you
My baby, got mystical frenzy
Tempered by an irony
Verging on blasphemy
I'm goin' to see my baby,
find how she gettin' along
In the twilight of destiny's last days
My baby, she says my music's better
It's much better than it sounds,
it's better than you
It's better than
My baby, don't you even talk about her
My baby brings me happiness
Deceiving nothingness, better than you
Ah, better than you
She's better than you
Ah, better than you
Don't talk nasty 'bout my baby
Ah, 'cause she's better than you
Ah, quit talking nasty
Ah, 'cause she's better than you
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