Baby says she's dying to meet you. Take you off and make your blood hum. And tremble like the fairground lights. Baby says if ever you see skin as fair. Or eyes as deep and as black as mine. I'll know you're lying. Baby says a howl of romance I'll get. From all your sleeping dogs you thugs of God. I'll get one yet. Baby says for all I've forsaken. Make something of all the noise. And the mess you're making. And all the time's it's taken. Baby says there's death in these silver curls. That break up in jails. Send you diving for pearls. Without a care in the world. Baby says she's dying to meet you. Take you off and make your blood hum. And tremble like the crimball lights. Baby says a howl of romance I'll get. From all your sleeping dogs you thugs of God. I'll get one yet