Hey baby
When are you gonna take me
For dinner at Brasserie Zedel
It’s my favourite spot in Soho
The old boys play piano
Just for me at Brasserie Zedel
And the violins swell
Weaving a spell
It sounds like she’s falling in love
When are you gonna make me your baby
You know I belong in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want
Hey baby
I promise I’m not crazy
You could ask the others, but they’re already dead
I’ll do my hair up real nice
Tell you terrible things by candlelight
The table next to us choke on their bread
Take your Mademoiselle
To your red lit hotel
It’s our own little warm cosy wonderful/beautiful hell
When are you gonna make me your baby
I want to die in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want
We’ll waltz to Waits in the kitchen
You know I’ll look after you real good
Keep you soft, keep you hard
Keep you off the hard stuff
When are you gonna make me your baby
You know I belong in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby
Baby it’s all that I want
September 13, 2024