If I Was A Baby Lyrics - 3d Night Surfer 7 - Chuck Prophet

If I Was A Baby (Ezra Furman) 

If I was a baby with nothing to hide 

I would be saying prayers all of the time 

I wouldn't think to whom they're addressed 

I'd have my mouth on the mystery's breast 

Little boy blue in the corn with his horn 

Pouring out music the day he was born 

Son of a gun and his holster in love 

He can't remember what he is made of 

Teenage Maria is caught in the door 

Not understanding what her body's for 

Suddenly all of the pieces align 

Sick to her stomach she feels like she's flying 

Man with a magazine over his face 

Wishes that he was in some other place 

Life is a waiting room for all those who wait 

So much of it's terrible but all of it's great 

Now if I was a baby I could be blessed 

I would sing true love right out of your chest 

I'd get the paper and get myself dressed 

I'd keep my mouth on the mystery's breast