Come On - The Films

Baby pick up the phone

Because I’m drunk and alone

And 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 gettin' tired of the taste

Of my own shoe

But how in the devil

I get into trouble

I don’t think I’ll ever be sure

But the one thing I’m sure of

Is there’s no love like your love

So come on

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

But how in the devil

I get into trouble

I don’t think that I’ll ever be sure

But the one thing I’m sure of

Is there’s no love like your love

So come on

Well quit draggin me down

Come on

I’m waiting around

For you to come and get me out of here

So come on

Well quit draggin me down

Come on

I’m waiting around

For you to come and get me out of here

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