Cue

There's pressure under the pavement And there's a name for what I'm makin And with all the blood-bathing lately Will you be my, be my baby? No one's comin round here with roses And all that really goes to show is The kids got a gripe with their maker The butcher and the baker Me, I'm gonna kiss my baby I'm just gonna kiss my baby One more devine arrangement And every movement changin I'm all caught up in the mornin feelin Just tryin to be somebody's baby I just wanna be your baby I wanna be your baby