Texty: Kurt Vile. Baby's Arms.

There has been but one true love
In my baby?s arms, in my baby?s arms
And I got the hands to hold onto them

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby?s arms
?Cause except for her, you know, as I?ve implied

I will never ever ever be alone
?Cause it?s all in my baby?s hands
Shiny, shiny secret stones
In my baby?s hands

I get sick of just about everyone
And I hide in my baby?s arms
Shrink myself just like a tom thumb
And I hide in my baby?s hands

?Cause except for her
There just ain?t nothin? to latch onto

There has been but one true love
In my baby?s arms