My baby's on bath salts
She's a bath salt basket case
She tries to say she loves me
While she's chewing on my face
My baby's on bath salts
She's clinically insane
Not hard to run a marathon
When you don't feel any pain
She disappears from home every night
Every night I pray to God that she's all right
And in the morning she comes home
Covered in mud
Or is that someone else's blood
My baby's on bath salts
She don't make sense to me
She mutters and she mumbles incoherently
My baby's on bath salts
And now MY brain is cooked
Cuz I used to be a hater
But now she's got me hooked
On bath salts