Babe, You Turn Me On

Stay by me, stay by me

You are the one, my only true love

The butcher bird makes it's noise

And asks you to agree

With it's brutal nesting habits

And it's pointless savagery

Now, the nightingale sings to you

And raises up the ante

I put one hand on your round ripe heart

And the other down your panties

Everything is falling, dear

Everything is wrong

It's just history repeating itself

And babe, you turn me on

Like a light bulb

Like a song

You race naked through the wilderness

You torment the birds and the bees

You leapt into the abyss, but find

It only goes up to your knees

I move stealthily from tree to tree

I shadow you for hours

I make like I'm a little deer

Grazing on the flowers

Everything is collapsing, dear

All moral sense has gone

It's just history repeating itself

And babe, you turn me on

Like an idea

Like an Atom bomb

We stand awed inside a clearing

We do not make a sound

The crimson snow falls all about

Carpeting the ground

Everything is falling, dear

All rhyme and reason gone

It's just history repeating itself

And, babe, you turn me on

Like an idea

Like an Atom bomb