Her shaved head and her pierced nose Her big rottweilers and her tie-dyed clothes Her Dr. Martens with her biker tights Her long, black leggings on a hot summer night And nobody calls her "Baby" Nobody says "I love you so" Nobody calls her "Baby" I guess she'll never know His working boots and flannel shirts His sympathies buried as deep as his hurts Long, lonely walks with nowhere to go His only appointment's with a T.V. show And nobody calls him "Baby" Nobody says "I love you so" Nobody calls him "Baby" I guess he'll never know Eighty pounds, she's hardly whole She's losing her body to gain some control Hours alone in some tanning salon Trying a smaller and smaller size on And nobody calls her "Baby" Nobody says "I love you so" Nobody calls her "Baby" I guess she'll never know His pin-striped suits and wingtip shoes His palmtop computer and his Wall Street news He makes his plane, he keeps his pace He hides his pain behind a poker face And nobody calls him "Baby" Nobody says "I love you so" Nobody calls him "Baby" I guess he'll never know But Somebody loves those babies Somebody loves what we can't see And if somebody told them maybe Those babies would be free Those babies would be free _____________________________________________________ I'm reasonably confident that the chords are correct. If you listen to the song, you'll that it's actually fingerpicking, but I like the sound of the song with chords.