Screeching Weasel

Baby talk, mixing up emotions with the truth again
Baby talk, sticking to your story to the bitter end
Recriminations firing out of you like bullets from a gun
Sometimes I wonder if it's not your twisted way of having fun
Ayayay, woah [x2]
Baby talk, make it personal when you're on the attack
Baby talk, and what’s worst of all you’re sure you’ve got the facts
When you want something you slap my back and smile baby talk (Baby talk, baby talk, baby talk)
And when I need a little help you turn around and baby walk (walk away)