Baby Jane Baby Jane is weeping She sobs all through the night Her daddy, he’s just left her And something don’t seem right All that touching going on Something tells her, something’s wrong She’s only five, so very young And not yet very strong. Baby Jane is eighteen, now Quite beautiful she be And yet she thinks she be unloved And suffers misery Whenever she gets intimate Most seem to treat her bad She thinks she has no worth at all Sometimes it drives her mad. Baby Jane’s in prison now She murdered some damn fool He’d treated her with disrespect And often was so cruel So one day she could take no more And her mind went in a whirl God help a world In which such things Can happen to a sweet young girl.