Walk on by my fruitless market.
Hills and hips and heartache.
Tear stains kiss my swollen belly.
Angel echo there,
but it's fading.
I am wasteful.
I still feel you.
No go, baby.
I still want you.
No go, baby.
Spring clean your room when I am asleep.
Light, housecoats and vacuums
put me back all spick and span
brand new like you weren't there
Yes, I'm brand new,
Newborn virgin.
I still feel you.
No go, baby.
I still want you.
No go, baby.
I'm so sorry.
No go, baby.
I won't hold you.
No go, baby.
I wrote this song long time ago
before you ever were,
about another little soul
who never made it here.