Now, pretty babyI'm runnin' back home to youFresh out the slammerI know who my first call will be to(Fresh out the slammer, oh)Another summer, takin' cover, rolling thunderHe don't understand meSplintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitterHe was with her in dreamsGray and blue and fights and tunnelsHandcuffed to the spell I was underFor just one hour of sunshineYears of labor, locks and ceilingsIn the shade of how he was feelingBut it's gonna be alright, I did my timeNow, pretty babyI'm runnin' back home to youFrеsh out the slammerI know who my first call will be to(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matchesToss the ashes off the ledgeAs I said in my letters, now that I know betterI will never lose my baby againMy friends tried, but I wouldn't hear itWatch me daily disappearingFor just one glimpse of his smileAll those nights, he kept me goin'Swirled you into all of my poemsNow we're at the starting line, I did my timeNow, pretty babyI'm runnin'To the house where you still wait upand that porch light gleams (Gleams)To the one who says I'm the girlof his American dreamsAnd no matter what I've doneIt wouldn't matter anywayAin't no way I'm gonna screw upnow that I know what's at stake hereAt the park where we used to sit on children's swingsWearing imaginary ringsBut it's gonna be alright, I did my time
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Now, pretty baby
I'm runnin' back home to you
Fresh out the slammer
I know who my first call will be to
(Fresh out the slammer, oh)
Another summer, takin' cover, rolling thunder
He don't understand me
Splintered back in winter, silent dinners, bitter
He was with her in dreams
Gray and blue and fights and tunnels
Handcuffed to the spell I was under
For just one hour of sunshine
Years of labor, locks and ceilings
In the shade of how he was feeling
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
Now, pretty baby
I'm runnin' back home to you
Frеsh out the slammer
I know who my first call will be to
(Frеsh out the slammer, oh)
Camera flashes, welcome bashes, get the matches
Toss the ashes off the ledge
As I said in my letters, now that I know better
I will never lose my baby again
My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it
Watch me daily disappearing
For just one glimpse of his smile
All those nights, he kept me goin'
Swirled you into all of my poems
Now we're at the starting line, I did my time
Now, pretty baby
I'm runnin'
To the house where you still wait up
and that porch light gleams (Gleams)
To the one who says I'm the girl
of his American dreams
And no matter what I've done
It wouldn't matter anyway
Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up
now that I know what's at stake here
At the park where we used to sit on children's swings
Wearing imaginary rings
But it's gonna be alright, I did my time
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