Baby-blue and Boxed-up Girl
They forced her into blue jeans
And they told her not to cry,
My baby-blue and boxed-up girl,
Never knowin’ why.
They cursed her calming manners
And her button turned-up nose,
They forced her into blue jeans,
And they blinded her to rose,
My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her,
It’s gonna be fine…
It’s gonna be fine…
She made up fairy stories
Where her wishes all came true,
But stories never passed on to
The friends she never knew,
Wishin’ every day and night,
Just passin’ wasted time,
Hoping for a life out there,
Where her true beauty shines,
My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her,
It’s gonna be fine…
It’s gonna be fine…
They criticise,
You wanna die,
But baby don’t you cry (baby don’t you)
They criticise,
You wanna die,
But baby don’t you cry (baby don’t you, baby don’t you)
Baby don’t you cry.
My baby boxed-up girl,
Doncha cry.
I can visit her in dreams,
I’m tellin’ her…
It’s gonna be fine.