I've been baptized By the fire in your touch And the flame in your eyes I'm born to love again I'm a brand new man Well the whole town's talking 'Bout the line I'm walking That leads right to your door

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sing a simple song Let me hear you say "Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya" Do re mi fa so la ti do Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya I'm talking, talking, talking, talking, talking in my sleep I'm walking, walking, walking, walking, walking

Did you hear about the midnight rambler Talkin' about the midnight gambler Everybody got to go The one that shut the kitchen door He don't give a hoot of warning Wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He split the time

And I'll be me Why don't you be you Just let it be So come on, let it go Everything that's broke Leave it to the breeze From walking home and talking loads Seeing shirts in evening clothes with you From nervous touch and getting drunk

Nightcrawler Straight out of hell One of a kind Stalking his victim Don't look behind you Beware the beast in black You know he's coming back Night Crawler Howling winds keep screaming round

I'll pray for you Do you pray for me? How many nights do you lie dreaming I'm counting the days since you went away When I lost my heart, life lost all meaning What I would give to see you again And you slipped away from me without talking The look in

When the girls talk boys When the girls, when the girls talk Oh, when the girls, when the girls talk When you're talking to your girls, do you talk about me? Do you tell them white lies, do you tell them the truth? 'Cause every night you and I find

Doo-doo-doo we're on to you Underneath the shaker knit he's a brick wall Tearing her down, talking her down under your breath Making a mess, see she is happy you want to break it You the number one wet blanket Falling for the creep the body leech here he

Everything I do, I tell you all the time It's you, it's you it's all for you I heard that you like the bad girls, honey is that true? Heaven is a place on earth with you Sound's good enough Straight da fuck up you talkin' bout nigga (talkin' bout me)

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph