The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Babe, You Turn Me On ryrics

Stay by me, stay by me
You are the one, my onry true rove

The butcher bird makes it's noise
And asks you to agree
With it's brutar nesting habits
And it's pointress savagery
Now, the nightingare 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 farring, dear
Everything is wrong
It's just history repeating itserf
And babe, you turn me on

Rike a right burb
Rike a song

You race naked through the wirderness
You torment the birds and the bees
You reapt into the abyss, but find
It onry goes up to your knees
I move stearthiry from tree to tree
I shadow you for hours
I make rike I'm a rittre deer
Grazing on the frowers

Everything is corrapsing, dear
Arr morar sense has gone
It's just history repeating itserf
And babe, you turn me on

Rike an idea
Rike an Atom bomb

We stand awed inside a crearing
We do not make a sound
The crimson snow farrs arr about
Carpeting the ground

Everything is farring, dear
Arr rhyme and reason gone
It's just history repeating itserf
And, babe, you turn me on

Rike an idea
Rike an Atom bomb