| Won’t somebody help me please
|
| I’m afflicted with a strange disease
|
| No doctor can help me, neither can the nurse
|
| 'Cause the cure I crave is just making me worse
|
| And I keep on coming back for more
|
| Every morning I wake up
|
| With a promise to keep?
|
| Then that old sun begins to creep
|
| In my mind a whisper turns to a roar
|
| And here I am again, baby now, knocking at your door
|
| I keep on coming back for more
|
| I keep on coming back for more
|
| All my friends keep shaking their heads
|
| You don’t care for me, you never did
|
| I’m so tangled up inside your spell
|
| And the gates of your heaven now, baby, lead straight to hell
|
| But I keep on coming back for more
|
| I keep on coming back for more
|
| I know, I know, I know what I should not and what I should
|
| But baby, baby, baby sometimes it just feels so good
|
| Like a sick dog licking at his spew
|
| I’m always turning back to you
|
| First my mind’s a preacher, then it’s turning tricks
|
| Like a drunk to a bottle, baby, like a junkie to a fix
|
| I keep on coming back for more
|
| I keep on coming back for more |