Joan Armatrading - Taking My Baby Up Town Lyrics

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Taking My Baby Up Town

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What Are The Lyrics For Taking My Baby Up Town By Joan Armatrading?
I was walking down the street, looking like a million dollars
With a pretty person, my arm when someone started shouting They were hooting and a hollering They were saying, "I should never have been born" I said, "Baby, you hear that?" You're listening to the voices of fools I said, "Baby, let me tell you" What they're trying to do They're trying to make our love A thing of the past but I said, "Aha" The very next day it was early in the morning The sun was shining on my back I was feeling pretty rested, the air smelt good And I forgot about the thing in the park When they walked up then they passed me You know, I didn't want to turn my head But they started up again and those silly voices rang And the clanging was too much for my brain But I said, "Aha, what we've got is the best" It was Friday, I had money, I was feeling kind of special I was taking my baby, up town The moon was high, the stars were bright And there was lots of people in the street I held your hand, you kissed me and then All the people started to stare, we started a commotion Someone making comments, morals The state of affairs and I said, "What we got is the best" |
Who Wrote Taking My Baby Up Town By Joan Armatrading?
Joan Armatrading
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What's The Duration Of The Taking My Baby Up Town By Joan Armatrading?The duration of Taking My Baby Up Town is 3:26 minutes and seconds. |
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