Babe, You Turn Me On

Stay by me, stay by meYou are the one, my only true loveThe butcher bird makes it's noiseAnd asks you to agreeWith it's brutal nesting habitsAnd it's pointless savageryNow, the nightingale sings to youAnd raises up the anteI put one hand on your round ripe heartAnd the other down your pantiesEverything is falling, dearEverything is wrongIt's just history repeating itselfAnd babe, you turn me onLike a light bulbLike a songYou race naked through the wildernessYou torment the birds and the beesYou leapt into the abyss, but findIt only goes up to your kneesI move stealthily from tree to treeI shadow you for hoursI make like I'm a little deerGrazing on the flowersEverything is collapsing, dearAll moral sense has goneIt's just history repeating itselfAnd babe, you turn me onLike an ideaLike an Atom bombWe stand awed inside a clearingWe do not make a soundThe crimson snow falls all aboutCarpeting the groundEverything is falling, dearAll rhyme and reason goneIt's just history repeating itselfAnd, babe, you turn me onLike an ideaLike an Atom bomb