Somebody's calling me to be my girl. Somebody's calling me to be my girl. But my hands don't work; they're more like feet. And the wake-up call "go back to sleep". Babe come with me. And I'll take you to the place I sleep. Oh darling come with me. And I'll show you the place I sleep. Somebody's phoning me to be my girl. Somebody's phoning me to be my girl. But the phone won't ring when I'm on the street. And the heart won't beat when I'm half asleep. Somebody's texting me to be my girl. Constantly texting me to be my girl. But the text won't take away nights that creep. And my mouth won't move when I'm in too deep. Babe come with me. And I'll take you to the place I sleep. Oh darling come with me. And I'll show you the place I sleep. All right. Somebody's calling me into their work. Wrapped up and full of good inside their work. But the car won't start when I'm half asleep. And the kids don't cry when you're on your feet. Babe come with me. And I'll show you the place I sleep. Oh darling come with me. And I'll take you to the place I live. The place I live. The place I live. The place I live. The places where I live