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You've got to baby the trans on the southside of Chicago You've got to baby the trans through the bedroom trade embargo And if you're gonna find the paradise of love Take my advice ... just look in the glove You've got to baby the trans for its Alice fills the station And it's PCP land and angel dust dictation You can't get in a quarrel You can't trade up or down No use breaking Allah He sends his son to wow the town You've got to baby the trans No use going saying come on baby hold hands All the time she's begging you baby the trans Baby the trans through the Cuban Missle Crisis Playin' it like mad through acute appendicitis Nobody knows what the assassin ate But it was a lot of sugar and food color eighty-eight You've got to baby the trans Baby the trans Hey, no use going saying c'mon baby hold hands All the times she's begging you baby the trans You've got to baby the trans Baby the trans Baby the trans B-B--Baby the trans, boys From Letras Mania