Babe, You Turn Me On

Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love The butcher bird makes it's noise And it asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And it's pointless savagery Now, the nightingale, it sings to you And it raises up the ante I put one hand on your round ripe heart And the other down your panties Everything is falling, dear Everything is wrong It's just history repeating itself And babe, babe, you turn me on Like a light bulb, babe, like a song Well, you race naked through the wilderness And you torment the birds and the bees And you leapt into the abyss but find It only goes up to your knees I move stealthily from tree to tree And I shadow you for hours I make like I'm a little deer Grazing on the flowers Everything is collapsing, dear All moral sense has gone And it's just history repeating itself And babe, babe, you turn me on Like an idea, babe, like an Atom bomb We stand awed inside a clearing We do not make a sound The crimson snow falls all about Carpeting the ground 'Cause everything is falling, dear All rhyme and reason gone It's just history repeating itself And babe, babe, you turn me on Like an idea, babe, like an Atom bomb