#hardtruthsedit

And her, over there, with that fat baby. Cold, cold, cold. And she's walking up and down the street with nothing but a big pink bow on its bald head so everyone can tell it's a girl. Like I care. Parading it around in the little outfit. Not dressed for the weather, nah, with pockets.

and her, over there, with that fat baby. cold, cold, cold, and she'd walk it up and down the street with nothing but a big, pink bow on its bald head so everybody can tell it's a girl. like i care. parading it around in the little outfit, not dressed for the weather, nah. with pockets. what's a baby got pockets for? what's it gonna keep in its pocket? a knife? it's ridiculous.