Straight out of nowhere Buried deep inside my past Hoping you'll be the last With the lights down low Wrapped up like a baby And your hair hangs long Surrounding my face Love your warm embrace Hold me close don't let me go

Let's talk it over one more time Oh come back baby, yeah yeah Oh come back, baby Oh mama please dont go, yeah Cause the way I love you Child you'll never know Well I admit, baby That I was wrong

Oh oh oh oh It's an omen, caught my baby crying Saw the silver lining It must be an omen Needed you to show me, without you I am lonely My mind would rule my heart

When you got a good friend, that will stay right by your side Give her all of your spare time, love and treat her right I mistreated my baby, and I can't see no reason why I mistreated my baby, but I can't see no reason why Every time I think about it, I

And baby when I'm through Than I ever got from you I'll take the legs from some old table I'll take the arms from some old chair I'll take the neck from some old bottle And from a horse I'll take the hair I'll take the hands and face from some old clock

Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lust They can't hurt you now If we believe, in the night we trust Because the night Take me now, baby here as I am Pull me close, try and

Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, say love, say love 'Cause baby I'm fragile, fragile, fragile To pick the pieces up One door closes and another opens Come take my heart of glass And give me your love I hope you'll still be there

Whose rock? They call it 'Lover's rock' To make lover's rock You must know a place you can kiss Everybody knows it's a crying shame But nobody knows the poor baby's name When she forgot that thing that she had You must treat your lover girl right If you

Man will fly away home One bright morning when my work is over "Babylon, you throne gone down, gone down Babylon, you throne gone down" I say fly away home to Zion (fly away home) Hear the words of the Rastaman say Said I hear the words of the Iyaman say

Sweet iced tea tippin' Pink shoulder strap slippin' Hot afternoon drippin' Honeysuckle lazy That hummingbird sippin' We out here day trippin' I'm gettin' high gettin' sugar from my baby (Honeysuckle lazy) It don't get no better than this, no