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​Baby Teeth

This song is by Karate and appears on the album Some Boots (2002).

Make yourself ready and it will come
Like baby teeth or police at the sound of the drum
Sometimes that sound is just spreading hope
And we are seeking relief 'til we get some

Lost patience, vacations
Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

Don't make it to heavy or overdone
The Tarot chance and the nonsense, those are the ones
To send to lovers' friends on the run
And don't forget your letters to me, because I need some

Lost patience, vacations
Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

I see your face from where I sit
Put a pair of lips on a heart, I think I've got it
Soon two, three, four on this kit I subsist
Together with knowing I am missed, we are missed

Lost patience, vacations
Still it comes like a storm, or sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn

Now I will tell you what
Don't want to shake things up
But we're good to go one day
Next day, who knows, we're fucked

But that's no reason to be tame
Love takes new shapes like flames

And still it comes, warm, sometimes slow like the teeth of a newborn