It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

Wished i had told her Ooh she was my only one I need her loving Does she really know I need your loving But it's too late, it's too late It's too late, she's gone now I know she's gone now

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

You better come on in my kitchen Babe, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Ah, the woman I love took from my best friend Some joker got lucky stole her back again Baby, it's goin' to be rainin' outdoors Oh-ah, she's gone I know she won't come back I've

Anytime she goes away Ain't no sunshine when she's gone I know, I know, I know, I know, I know And this house just ain't no home It's not warm when she's away And she's always gone too long Wonder this time where she's gone Wonder if she's gone to stay

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

The power touches me, The power drives me crazy You know it's real It's stronger than anybody Any man has ever made It won't take long to understand Just how lucky I am The king is crying from his throne He had a queen but now she's gone

It's too late, she's gone. She's gone, yes she's gone. And I wonder does she know When she left me, it hurt me so. I need your love babe, please don't make me wait. Tell me it's not too late. It's too late, my baby's gone. Wish I had told her she was my

But I got one of for you my Portobello Belle She thinks she's tough She ain't no English rose But the blind singer He's seen enough and he knows He do a song about a long-gone Irish girl Belladonna's on the high street Her breasts upon the offbeat And

Lady, where's your love gone? Let's go down, down low down Where I know I should not go Oh, and she thinks she's the one But she's just one in twenty-four And just 'cause everybody's doing it Does that mean that I can, too? I was looking but can't find