Baby Girls Lyrics - Who's Got Trouble - Shivaree

There's angels in the sitting room 

The wind gets here at seven 

Take the bread and baby shoes 

Send them back to heaven 

And you can tell the boss 

She's keeping the curls 

Enough to decorate 

Another dozen baby girls 

The flash is coming soon 

And we don't look so good 

Sorry that I sleep so much 

You've always understood 

Well here I go again 

So I will see you next eleven 

Cross yourself, knock three times 

Hope we throw a seven 

And you can tell the man 

She's keeping her eyes 

So she can see you coming 

All you dirty rotten guys 

She's never thrown a punch 

At least not until now 

You always make them violent 

You've always known just how 

They always tell stories 

They all go away 

We all break the baby 

And mothers to blame and then 

Some get up early 

Some never pay 

Get used to it, girlie 

It's all for fun anyway 

There's big ceremonies 

And things that go fast 

Your cheer is such a treasure 

Your tears are like the weather 

There never meant to last