Babe, You Turn Me On

Stay by me

Stay by me

You are the one

My only true

The butcher bird, it makes its noise

And it asks you to agree

With its brutal nesting habits

And its 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 lightbulb, babe

Like a song

Well, you race naked through the wilderness

And you torment the birds and the bees

You leapt into the abyss but found

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

'Cause everything is collapsing, dear

All moral sense has gone

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