Well if you’re feelin’ low, take it slow
Baby get your head screwed on
I know he’s left, but don’t be depressed
Baby let your paper daddy see you through

Oh baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind.

You know you’re nice, you’re sugar and spice
And I know what you’re going through
And if you’re hot, hot, and even if you’re not
Baby let your paper daddy see you through

Oh baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind.

You were so neat, ever so sweet,
And overnight you’ve seemed to change
Since you kissed your psychiatrist
Baby, you’ve never been the same.

Well if you’re feelin’ low, take it slow
Baby get your head screwed on
I know he’s left, but don’t be depressed
Baby let your paper daddy see you through

Oh baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind,
Baby you’ll be out of your mind.