Baby’s Gone

Baby’s gone, she’s real gone
Get her on the telephone
Tell her that I want to get her home now

Baby’s gone, she’s real gone
Gonna have a heart attack
Tell her that I want her back now

I’m so bad, she’s real sad
Tried not to fool around
With every single girl in town

Baby’s gone, she’s real gone
Get her on the telephone
Tell her that I want her home now

Love is like an open wound
You’ll wind up in hell real soon
You can only fake it for so long
But you won’t shake it on your own

Baby’s gone far away
Try to talk some sense into her
She don’t hear a thing I say

Baby’s mad, she’s real mad
Everybody knows
there’s a reason why she feels so bad

Love is like an open wound
You’ll wind up in hell real soon
I thought we had something strong
But she said “Honey – you’re so wrong!”

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