4 acessos
Won't you come, come back to earth
They're all concerned
You know how they're worried for you..
And all their words, they jar my nerves I know
Each curse by each new kiss is run through
Nothing comes to nothing without my baby,
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby
At an Amwellian Do a tongue soaked in booze
Says 'he's filthy and much older than you'
But the sick sick muse
The sickly muse
Pulls out her sickle and cuts the tongue in two
While the music sways and forays and searches and says:
'Give me the young man in blue'
While the music sways and forays and searches the sunset:
Break your heart in two
Nothing comes to nothing without my baby
Nothing ever comes to nothing with my baby
All I ever do...
...
Nothing ever comes to nothing without my baby
Nothing is ever good for nothing with that lady.