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Maybe Baby
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LYRICS:
Maybe baby, I'll have you
Maybe baby, you'll be true
Maybe baby, I'll have you for me
It's funny honey, you don't care
You never listen, to my prayer
Maybe baby, you will love me some day
Well you are the one that, makes me glad
Any other one that, makes me sad
When some day, you'll want me
Well, I'll be there, wait and see
Maybe baby, I'll have you
Maybe baby, you'll be true
Maybe baby, I'll have you for me
Da da ta da da da da da da
Well you are the one that, makes me glad
Any other one that, makes me sad
When some day, you'll want me
Well, I'll be there, wait and see
Maybe baby I'll have you for me
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TÜLIPS Los Angeles, California
DOOM & BLOOM
Füzzed-oüt flowerpünk from L.A.
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"Semi-sweet vocals over a nail bed of guitars. The pair trade off on vocals, each bringing their own fury to the proceedings. Nothing flowery about this." - Kevin Bronson, BUZZBANDS.LA
Taleen Kali: vox/guitar
Teddy Bloom: vox/guitar
Miles Faster: bass
Travi Barnes: drüms
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