Tape Gun Baby

Baby’s got a tape gun and a new roll of tape
She gets so excited when she boxes things away
Well, I’ve got some secret stuff in a little box of dreams
But that tape gun keeps it shut tight, wrapped up nice and neat
Now there’s nothing left to see of my little dreams
Tape gun baby — she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her tongue
She says I’m a mess
She’s cleaning up, I guess, to keep me wrapped up nice and neat
'Til there’s nothing left to see of my little dreams
Tape gun baby — she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her tongue
Sticky, sticky on my hands from all that crummy tape
That thing keeps shooting its mouth off, blowing everything away
Now, didn’t your mama tell you to watch what you say?
Tape gun baby — she’s only just begun, (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Those tacky things, they roll right off her
Tape gun baby, don’t call me lazy
You drive me crazy, my tacky tape gun baby