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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Presley
Elvis Presley
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Shirl Milete
Shirl Milete
Composer
Nora Fowler
Nora Fowler
Composer

Lyrics

You offered me a penny for my thoughts
And I told you then that woman won't stay caught
But you turned around, you loved her anyway
She broke your heart and all I've got to say
It's your baby, you rock it
(It's your baby)
It's your heartache, you bought it
(It's your heartache)
You made that bed you're sleepin' in
And I'm tired of hearin' about it, friend
It's your baby, you rock it
(It's your baby)
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 baby)
It's your heartache, you bought it
(It's your heartache)
You made that bed you're sleepin' in
And I'm tired of hearin' about it, friend
It's your baby, you rock it
(It's your baby)
It's your baby, you rock it
(It's your baby)
It's your heartache, you bought it
(It's your heartache)
You made that bed you're sleepin' in
And I'm tired of hearin' about it, friend
It's your baby, you rock it
(It's your baby)
It's your baby
Yeah, I was born about ten thousand years ago
Ain't nothing in this world that I don't know
I saw old pharaoh's daughter bring Moses from the water
Written by: Nora Fowler, Shirl Milete
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