Studio 1970
Written by Shirl Milete and Nora Fowler
You offered me a penny for my thoughts
I told you then that woman won't stay caught
You turned around and loved her anyway
She broke your heart and all I've got to say
It's your baby, you rock it
It's your heartache, you bought it
You made that bed your sleeping in
And I'm tired of hearing about it, friend
It's your baby, you rock it
You're crying upon my shoulder like a baby
I'm sorry 'bout your troubles and your lady
But she done you like you done me
And I've used up all my sympathy
It's your baby, you rock it
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