Baby Don't Know What To Do With Herself - Richard Thompson

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

She might wipe her tears on a rusty nail

Rest her cheek on a cold steel rail

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

I said baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

When trouble comes down, it comes in threes

Catches her breath and she falls to her knees

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

And I gaze on, gaze on

And I gaze on, gaze on

Ah baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

She presses her lips on the window pane

Cries «God in heaven» again and again

Oh baby, she don’t know what to do with herself

And I gaze on, gaze on

And I gaze on, gaze on

And I gaze on, gaze on