Staring out the window in a dream But the world outside that’s not what I see Thinking about those lips that taste like wine I’ve got my baby on my mind
Slowly one by one the memories start And softly she walks across my heart Now I don’t care if it rains or shines I’ve got my baby on my mind
A telephone call brings me back to earth But I don’t want to talk to no one less it’s her Someone else would only waste my time I’ve got my baby on my mind
A telephone call brings me back to earth But I don’t want to talk to no one less it’s her Thinking about those lips that taste like wine I’ve got my baby on my mind
