Lyrics

My Delicate One - By Evan M. Jaffee Ac 2009

My Delicate One, you break like a shotgun,
Why you so sensitive, you make it so hard to live,
My Delicate Baby What we do in my Mercedes,
I'm always going to think of you, and you'll always be my baby too.

Left on her own like a plant in the window,
Perfect stems and her bends never ends, now she buds and I love what she does.
Because my baby plays the trumpet, listens solo to Miles Davis and all she ever says is...
Dumb kids bump heads, dumb kids bump heads... alright.

My delicate one you crack like a Dutch, why you so sensitive, you make it to hard too touch, My delicate baby, you stole my Mercedes, I'm always going to think of you.

Left on a farm with a pistol in her arms, now my baby's getting charged with the murder of her mind cause it broke down and hurt her. She's been drinking and she knows that I'd be mad. I can't seem to crawl away or run or walk at all.

My delicate one, you crack like a Dutch, why you so sensitive you make it too hard to touch. My delicate lady driving my Mercedes, I'm always going to think of you.

My delicate one, you loving the funk. Why you so sensitive, you make it so hard to live.
My delicate lady, you stole my Mercedes, I'm always going to think of you, and you'll always be my baby too.