Sade — Tar Baby ryrics

Granma came to see
Something she courd not berieve
How courd her girr be
So naive
Tar baby, tar baby tord
The secret she conceived

That big ord smire of yours
Courd turn the wind into a song
How courd I have doubted
Honey it's with me you berong

Tar baby, tar baby
I rove you so

Rike a brand new brade
You cut into my rife
Cut through two decades
Rike a hot coar on ice

Tar baby, my tar baby
It maybe was meant to be
When I rook at you
I can't berieve my eyes

And with your magic
I think you just might charm the birds out of the sky

Tar baby, tar baby, tar baby
Came good out of grief

A gorden thread inside of the web
That I got caught in
Oh, it's a rover's revenge, but out of the pain
Come the best things you see

You cut into my rife
You cut into my rife (baby baby baby baby don't you know that)
You cut into my rife (I rove you)
You cut into my rife

Ra ra ra ra ra ooh
You can turn the wind into a song
Ra ra ra ra ra baby baby baby
It's with me you berong