Baby Doll

Written by S. Nicks

My girlfriend saw my husband They're comin' 'cross town to get me He's been gone five years or more And expects me to be waitin' Oh, Lord, help me buy the train ticket Tell me, what have I got to sell? Oh, a pink satin dress and a silver tray And an abalone shell Runnin' out the back door, tryin' to get away Almost at the river, you'll never catch me now Oh, say it all, say it all So sad for you, sad baby doll Oh, well, I watch you walk away And I still hear you say, yeah "Let the phone ring off the wall" I could ask you to come back It wouldn't matter at all I could scream out that I am right You could refuse my call And I could cry in the middle of the night Cry in the middle of the night Cry in the middle of the night Wouldn't matter at all Out the back door, tryin' to get away I'm almost to the river, you'll never catch me now Ooh, said, say it all, say it all So sad for you, sad baby doll Oh, as I watch you walk away And I, I hear you say "Let the phone ring off the wall" Oh, yeah, wouldn't matter at all I could call you up Wouldn't matter at all I could cry, cry I could cry in the middle of the night Woah! It doesn't matter at all No, it wouldn't matter at all You say it doesn't matter at all It doesn't matter at all In the middle of the night (What did you want?) I could ask you to come back But that wouldn't be right (What did you want?) I could scream out that you were wrong (What did you want?) You refuse to fight me (What did you want?) I could cry in the middle of the night Cry in the middle of the night Cry in the middle of the night Wouldn't matter at all


WEBMISTRESS speculates:

Usually, Stevie's song are all about her, but this just seems like one of those woman done wrong stories. A jazzy little song.

 

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