Metal baby, I met her, baby I'm her mother and she's got me on the run Metal baby, I met her, baby Got her finger round the trigger of her gun. I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows... She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow... Metal baby, my metal baby Made me take her to the heavy metal show Metal baby, my metal baby Drank the perfume when I didn't want to go I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows... She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow... Metal baby, my metal baby I'm not ready to be party to her plan Metal baby, my metal baby Left the city with the heavy metal band I'm not the sort of person she'll admit she knows... She's not the sort of person as driven white as snow... So...