Baby C'mon - Stephen Malkmus

With a thousand tiny terrors

No more weekend shares

Make it get away

Baby come on

If you give it to me Timmy

I’m out here on a limb-y

I don’t need hideaways

Baby come on

Well, half-way through my life

I flipped on internal bitch so

Tell it to me straight

Baby come on

And I know that the shapes are great

So I won’t hesitate

To leave it at the door

Baby come on

I see you’re under my diamond

I see you driving the winter shell

So you say that you’re too old to yell

But too young for hell

It’s not far away

Baby come on

If a life of tears cuts you down

You can sit around

I won’t make you stay

Baby, come on

I see your lovely traffic pose

I see you’re trailing what you’re good for

Baby come on

Baby come on

Baby come on

Baby come on, let me come

Baby come on

Baby come on

Baby come on