Writer Baby
By
DragonLady of Avalon

A/N I didn't write Angie Baby. I don't really know WHO wrote it, but Helen Reddy sang it. I just made it Writer Baby!

You live your life in the stories you write

By the rock 'n roll radio.

And when a young girl doesn't have many friends

that's a really nice place to go.

Folks hoping you'd turn out cool

but you hope they'll take you outta school.

You're a little touched you know, Writer Baby.

People appear in your room each night

and they whirl you across the floor.

But they always seem to fade away

when your daddy taps on the door.

Writer girl, are you all right?

Tell the stories all good-night.

All alone once more, Writer Baby.

Writer Baby, you're a special lady.

Living in a world of make-believe.

Well, maybe.

Stopping at her house is a neighbor boy

with evil on his mind.

'Cause he's been peeking at Writer's work

at school through the teacher's mind.

I see your folks have gone away.

Would you work for me today?

I'll show you how to have a good job, Writer Baby.

When he walks in the room, he feels confused

likes he's walked into a play.

And her music's so loud it spins him around

'til his soul has lost it's way.

And as she turns the volume down

he's getting smaller with the sound.

It seems to pull her off the ground.

Toward the story she's bound never to be found.

The headlines read that a boy disappeared

and everyone thinks he died.

'Cept a crazy girl with secret friends who

keeps her satisfied.

It's so nice to be insane.

No one asks you to explain.

Stories by your side, Writer Baby.

Writer Baby, you're a special lady

living in a world of make-believe.

Well, maybe. Well, maybe.