Kettle Whistle lyrics

What makes a baby cry? What makes a poor baby Older than a rich one? And why do we need to belong, To someone else? Well I know why... We all want to be... Beautiful too... Beautiful too... What makes a kettle whistle? What makes gold precious? How come some people, They'll show you everything? How come some people, They don't like nothing at all? Well I know why... We all want to be... Beautiful too... Beautiful too...