Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

If you're looking for trouble Because I'm evil, my middle name is misery Well I'm evil, so don't you mess around with me I'm evil, evil, evil, as can be You came to the right place Just look right in my face I was born standing up And talking back My

Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

We took a Polaroid You signed your name up on it I put it in my wallet All of a sudden I never was looking, hmm Hoping I'd see your face again Captured the look in your eyes It's only a matter of time Before it starts fading

Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

I'm too tired to try Let's not be afraid of our reflections It's not only you you're looking at now Gave me directions but it's all the same, oh no Let's not get ahead of ourselves now There's no need for raid it's our own parade Ooh you're looking at

And it's your face, I'm looking for On every street There's gotta be a record of you some place You gotta be on somebodys books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street There's gotta be a record of you someplace You gotta be on somebody's books The lowdown, a picture of your face Your injured looks The sacred and profane The pleasure and the pain Somewhere your