Take This Hurt Off Me

Come back and take this hurt off me

Baby, come back and take this hurt off me

I'm too young to be in misery

Baby, come back and take this hurt off me

I've been waiting at the bus station

'Cause that's where you left me standing

I got my clothes in a twenty-five cent locker

And hear you till that Greyhound bring you back again

Well, I knocked on my mother's door

She said "Stevie, come on in.

You don't have to say a mumbling word,

I know your woman left you again."

Come back and take this hurt off me

Baby, come back and take this hurt off me

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby

What kind of love could this be?

Baby, Baby, Baby, Baby,

I don't know what you've got

I gotta - I gotta - I gotta - Yes I have

Yeah