U2: I'm not your baby

Its a beautiful day todayEverything is going my wayEven the words are doing what I sayOh babe...got to get awayTo be impossibleIsnt that difficultIn the city youre invisibleWhen you come from a small townEverything is all rightEverything is all rightIm not your baby...pleaseA tourist in a traffic jamBaby sham and handy camIm not your mother, youre not my manIm not your babyDont treat me like Im a trickI wont treat you like youre a prickDont need no doctor, Im not illIm not your babyEverything is all rightEverything is all rightIm not your baby...pleaseCut out the poetryLets hit the main arteryNo time for a tourniquetLet the colours all run out of meYou brought me all kinds of goodsNow my heart is so full up it hurtsIts heavy as a shopping bagIts full of things I should give backEverything is all rightEverything is all rightIm not your baby...pleaseDont want you to cover meSmother me or mother meI like to feel this incompleteIm not your babyEverything is all rightEverything is all rightIm not your baby...pleaseNot dizzy, just busyDidnt drink nothing fizzyNo pills to feel easyDont know what got into meDaylights a kind of robberyThe night is your geographySo youre not white, youre pink and rosyYou could be right, but youre way above meMe, Im in recoveryA star of pornographyIm a tourist, theres a lot to seeYou dont like the photographs of meSo youve got a lot to sayYou dont sleep around, but sometimes you strayYou dont believe, often times you prayFor something, what is it babeDont treat me like Im a trickI wont treat you like youre a prickDont need no doctor, Im not sickIm not your babyEverything is all rightEverything is all rightIm not your baby...pleaseIm not your babyIm not your babyIm not your babyIm not your babyIm not your babyIm not your babyIm not your baby