Lletres: Clem Snide. Chinese Baby.

From the corner of my eye
The Chinese baby cries for you
It sounds like boo-hoo

So rub my stomach for good luck
To pass that driving test
It's hard, I know that green means go

Your boyfriend's calling you
To tell you that you're through

With love and all the stars above
Your head, well, it seems to weigh you down
And it's decorated with a frown

From the corner of my eye
The Chinese baby cries for you
It sounds like boo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo
Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo, boo-hoo-hoo-hoo