Baby,
You ain’t a baby anymore.
Hold your skin up to the mirror and tell me what you see.
Let me know how you’ve changed.
Let me see how you’ve changed.
Girl’s got liquid metal on her chest,
Golden breastplate to counter the arrows
When she’s thinking out loud.
Baby,
You ain’t a baby anymore.
Take a sip of the water
Let me know what you taste.
Let me taste what you taste.
Baby’s got this smile.
Baby’s got these teeth.
Teeth for growling.
The better to eat you with,
Fangs for grazing skin.
Wicked white shine when they all stand in a Cheshire Cat-line.
Baby’s blood is gonna be your sugar sweet tea.
Baby’s brain is made of fire.
Baby’s brain don’t work no more.
Baby's heart is out there somewhere.
Baby's soul still flying.
Baby's heart is out there somewhere.
Baby's soul still flying.
She ain’t a baby anymore,
They know it.
She knows it.
She can handle it.
She’s seen the likes of you a dozen times.
Your type ain’t significant
With your warm-cold shoulder,
Make yourself act like a boulder.
Won’t shift,
Won’t move.
Her thoughts a little far-fetched,
but pieced together by cloudiness and clothesline.
Imagine winter on the frontline of a summer solstice,
Imagine water in the desert sands,
Imagine black forests and raining blades of flame.
It’ll all make a dent somehow.
Heart and soul,
Impacted by snow and ice.
Baby ain’t a little girl no more.
Baby had to learn how to fight.
Baby had to learn how to fight.
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