My Baby John Hiatt

My baby puts her hairspray on
Lit the cigarette in her mouth
Takes her fingernail polish off
Speedin' down some rural route

Got a carburetor so leaned out
I think she's burnin' Pam
I'm the son of a locker salesman
She call me her lover man

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby, my

Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my
Don't you talk about my baby
My baby, my baby, my baby

She once trained a horse to do cartwheels
Put a coyote in a sleeper hold
Her heart's been pierced by love repeatedly
But her mind is magnetic and bold

All she ever got outta women's college
Was some kind of fifth degree
Seems she couldn't keep her skirts
Far enough down below her knee