Baby says
She's dying to meet you
Take you off and make
Your blood hum
And tremble like
The fairground lights

Baby says
If ever you see skin
As fair or eyes as deep
And as black as mine
I'll know you're lying

Baby says
A howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs
You thugs of God
I'll get one yet

Baby says
For all I've forsaken
Make something of all
The noise and the mess
You're making
And all the time's
It's taken

Baby says
There's death in
These silver curls
That break up in jails
Send you diving for pearls
Without a care in the world

Baby says
She's dying to meet you
Take you off and make
Your blood hum
And tremble like
The pinball lights

Baby says
A howl of romance I'll get
From all your sleeping dogs
You thugs of God
I'll get one yet