Eric Cestero - Baby Man Lyrics

Met a guy in NYC, thought he was the one for me
Fresh from Arkansas, a real country cutie
He came to the big city, far from the family
So close we got, took him to my work party
But then there was that briefcase, always by his side
Had me wonderin' what secrets he tried to hide
Sat him down real serious, "Babe, what's in the bag?"
Then he broke down cryin', oh, what a red flag!

Honey, I thought that bitch was dealin' drugs!
Turns out he's just playin' dress-up snug!
Wanted baby bottles, not a champagne flute,
I was ready for rehab, not to change a cute!
Thought I'd end up in a wild romance,
Not diaper duty and a baby dance!
Guess I'm not cut out to be your Daddy dearest,
I ain't got the time for nappies and a playpen, serious!

He starts confessing, said he's a Diaperboy
Moved to NYC to feel that baby joy
Wants to be an adult baby, live in that fantasy
Says diapers take him back to a simpler memory
Where he felt so safe, like in his mama's arms
Knows it's kinda kooky but not raising alarms
Said therapy's not for him, he's all about expression
I'm sittin' here, stunned, not sure what to question!

Honey, I thought that bitch was dealin' drugs!
Turns out he's just playin' dress-up snug!
Wanted baby bottles, not a champagne flute,
I was ready for rehab, not to change a cute!
Thought I'd end up in a wild romance,
Not diaper duty and a baby dance!
Guess I'm not cut out to be your Daddy dearest,
I ain't got the time for nappies and a playpen, serious!

"Oh, but you gotta play the part," he said with a grin
"If you don't be Daddy, then this love can't begin!"
Hell NO! Guess I'm not the one to play make-believe
F*ck NO! This role ain't for me, baby, I gotta leave!

He needs me to be Daddy, keep him tucked in tight
Change his diaper, powder up, every single night
Scold him when he's naughty, give that pacifier
Said there's a whole club, and I'm a Daddy hire
With my burly build, he thinks I fit the bill
But baby, I'm here for love, not for this thrill
I was lookin' for a partner, not a baby in a pram
Sorry, sweetie, but I'm not in this jam!

Honey, I thought that bitch was dealin' drugs!
Turns out he's just playin' dress-up snug!
Wanted baby bottles, not a champagne flute,
I was ready for rehab, not to change a cute!
Thought I'd end up in a wild romance,
Not diaper duty and a baby dance!
Guess I'm not cut out to be your Daddy dearest,
I ain't got the time for nappies and a playpen, serious!

I've got my own vision of love to unfold
Sharing life as equals, not playin' this role
So, baby, here's the deal, keep your onesie in bed
I ain't your Daddy, not by a thread!

Honey, I thought that bitch was dealin' drugs!
Sharing life as equals, not playin' this role
So, baby, here's the deal, keep your onesie in bed
I ain't your Daddy, not by a thread!