| Song | Baby on My Arm |
| Artist | The Broken West |
| Album | I Can't Go On, I'll Go On |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Flournoy | |
| I won't leave it to you | |
| This task of burning through a | |
| Wounded year, my darling, | |
| Never once was a sorry man | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Two lips angled on yours | |
| In the park I thought I told you | |
| Once, maybe two times, as I guess | |
| I was right, you weren't that special to me | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I'm going down | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I'm going down | |
| Pretty paper playing | |
| On a distant radio station | |
| Extra old and an angry, | |
| Does the faith of trails address the sound? | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm |
| zuo qu : Flournoy | |
| I won' t leave it to you | |
| This task of burning through a | |
| Wounded year, my darling, | |
| Never once was a sorry man | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Two lips angled on yours | |
| In the park I thought I told you | |
| Once, maybe two times, as I guess | |
| I was right, you weren' t that special to me | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I' m going down | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I' m going down | |
| Pretty paper playing | |
| On a distant radio station | |
| Extra old and an angry, | |
| Does the faith of trails address the sound? | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm |
| zuò qǔ : Flournoy | |
| I won' t leave it to you | |
| This task of burning through a | |
| Wounded year, my darling, | |
| Never once was a sorry man | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Two lips angled on yours | |
| In the park I thought I told you | |
| Once, maybe two times, as I guess | |
| I was right, you weren' t that special to me | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I' m going down | |
| Back on Sunday | |
| Leaving Monday | |
| I' m going down | |
| Pretty paper playing | |
| On a distant radio station | |
| Extra old and an angry, | |
| Does the faith of trails address the sound? | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm | |
| I want my baby on my arm |