(words & music by Shiri Milete - Nora Fowler)
You offered me a penny for my thoughts
And I told you then that woman won´t stay caught
But you turned around and loved her anyway
She broke your heart and all I?ve got to say

It´s your baby, you rock it
It´s your heartache, you bought it
You made the bed your sleeping in
And I?m tired of hearing about it friend
It´s your baby you, rock it

Well you cried upon my shoulder like a baby
I´m sorry ´bout your troubles and your lady
But she done you like she done me and I?ve used
up all my sympathy
It´s your baby you, rock it

It´s your baby, you rock it
It´s your heartache, you bought it
You made the bed your sleeping in
And I?m tired of hearing about it friend
It´s your baby you, rock it