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

Take this pen to paper Like a virgin befalled by the danger Poetry was never this real to me Well, 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 f**king disavowed Take this pen to paper In a stink there with four total strangers I am lost cause 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 What 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, woah I take this pen to paper Watch me take this pen to paper, woah