Lyrics Come On - The Films

Come On

Baby pick up the phone
Because I’m drunk and alone
And I need someone to take me home
And I wish it was you
Well get me out of this place
'Cause I’ve got blood on my face
And I’m gettin' tired of the taste
Of my own shoe
But how in the devil
I get into trouble
I don’t think I’ll ever be sure
But the one thing I’m sure of
Is there’s no love like your love
So come on
Well it was a God awful scene
At the bar down on King
In fact this whole night’s been troubling to say the least
Phony friends, phony names
Exchanging numbers, playing games
Well I guess I should do the same
But it’s just not me
But how in the devil
I get into trouble
I don’t think that I’ll ever be sure
But the one thing I’m sure of
Is there’s no love like your love
So come on
Well quit draggin me down
Come on
I’m waiting around
For you to come and get me out of here
So come on
Well quit draggin me down
Come on
I’m waiting around
For you to come and get me out of here
So come on, well stop thinking about it
Come on, you know I’m working it out
And I don’t think I can wait another year