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I met a girl in L.A. and she seemed alright to me, |
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She said she'd give me loving and she said it would be free, |
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She told me she would call me or leave a message at the door, |
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And left me wondering what I was in for. |
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By the next time that I saw her I had clean forgot her name |
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And without her fancy make-up she just didn't look the same, |
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So I totally ignored her and she sadly turned away, |
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And through sympathy I told her she could stay. |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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No one wants your love at all, |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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Now you're heading for a fall, |
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And you really think your're something, |
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you know all the things to do |
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But poor lady, just a baby, |
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There's a hundred more like you. |
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Now for two weeks more she was at my door, |
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She would stay with me for days, |
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As a lover she was frightening in so many different ways, |
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But when it came to conversation she was totally absurd, |
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Oh she'd sit for hours and never say a word. |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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No one wants your love at all, |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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Now you're heading for a fall, |
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And you really think your're something, |
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you know all the things to do |
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But poor lady, just a baby, |
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There's a hundred more like you. |
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She spends her days in different ways, still trying to be hip, |
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And at night she'll find she'll lose her mind, at a club along the strip, |
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When her money goes she always knows she got something she can sell, |
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It's the one thing that she really can do well. |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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No one wants your love at all, |
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Oh poor lady, midnight baby, |
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Now you're heading for a fall, |
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And you really think your're something, |
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you know all the things to do |
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But poor lady, just a baby, |
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There's a hundred more like you. |
