Baby won’t you shut the door
and let me go my way
Cause I’m about to throw up
from the beauty you create
You’re in the wrong place
and now is the right time
to give yourself a chance of another kind
You’re covering your scar
but the smell of iron
is going into my nose
Your system of desire
is ringing a bell it’s familiar
You’re one in a million
Baby won’t you shut your eyes
and stop shifting their direction
Cause I’m tired
sick and tired of your calculated diction
You’re in the wrong place
and now is the right time
to give me the chance
the chance to give you
what you didn’t even know
you were waiting for
Baby tell me something more
than the choice of your yellow fabric
I’m having a breakdown