The-Films - Come On

Well, baby, pick up the phone
Because I'm drunk and alone
I need someone to take me home
And I wish it was you

Well get me out of this place
'Cause I've got blood on my face
And I'm getting tired of tasting my shoe

Well, but how in the devil'd get into trouble?
I don't think I'll ever be sure
But there's one thing I'm sure of
Is there's no love like your love

So come on
Well, quit dragging me down and come on
I've waited around for you to come
And get me out of here

Well, it was a god-awful scene
At the bar down on King
In fact, this whole night's been troubling
To say the least


Phony friends, phony names
Exchanging numbers, playing games
Well, I guess I should do the same
But it's just not me

Well, but how in the devil'd get into trouble?
I don't think I'll ever be sure
But there's one thing I'm sure of
Is there's no love like your love

So come on
Well, quit dragging me down and come on
I've waited around for you to come
And get me out of here

Well, so come on
Well, stop thinking about it, come on
You know I'm working it out
And I don't think I can wait another year

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