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