I Will Never Write An Obligatory Song About Being On The Road And Missing Someone

Take this pen to paper Like a virgin, enthralled by the danger Poetry was never this real to me When I was too far gone to save her Oh, Lordy! The sun is coming up! A marshmallow into a cloud! I'll never shut up again! I'm fucking disavowed Take this pen to paper In a sick van with four total strangers I am lost, cos freedom has it's cost My box is full, I'll call you later I want my baby back! I want my baby back! I miss you, miss you I want my baby back! I want my baby back! I miss your kiss, I miss you I was hoping You were open But you were not I missed my shot But then you called me Love befalled me I never knew I never knew it was you I got my baby back! I got my baby back! I miss you, miss you I got my baby back! I got my baby back! I miss your kiss, I miss you And, I got you back! And, I got you back! And, I got you back! And, I got you Got you Back! Take this pen to paper Watch me take this pen to paper, whoa! I take this pen to paper Watch me take this pen to paper, whoa!