Paroles: Whitlams. 1995.

My baby pretends to be my baby
Does a fine line in deception
What night did she fall?
Or is it better to know
what i did the night before?
There's nothing i can do
No way that i can hurt myself
My baby pretends to be my baby
Does a fine line in deception
His baby pretends to be his baby

She was on the phone last night
There's nothing i can do
No way that i can hurt myself
There's nothing i can say
And i'll be going out tonight
It's 1995 going out