Well, my name it is a number it's on a piece of plastic film And I've been growin' funny flowers outside on my little window sill Don't you know I'm a
Baby's getting anxious, the hour's getting you late The night is almost over, she can't wait Oh, things are complicating, my love is in her hands And
It's been a month or two since I was sleepin' with you I'm comin' home again I've been to East and West, but baby I like best The road that leads to you
I know it's around, I don't have any doubts about that fact I'll see you get it tonight, and if I can't I'll cry and cry You won't see me without it
You tell me that you're leavin', and I'm trying to understand I had myself believing, I could take it like a man But if you gotta go, then you gotta know
