The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Baby, It's You lyrics

It's not the way you look
Though it's the way you look it might do.
Makes me act like such a fool
So self-conscious like
I'm back at school - no no.
It's not the way you look that's beating
My heart black and blue.
Makin' me a laughing stock
Making up to you.
I don't think it's the time of life
Though we've been
Weathering a crisis or two.
I must have used up all my friends'
Emotional dividends
And I know at my time of life,
I might have a bit more of a clue
But I left my mind
Some distance back
Tryin' to get to you
What else could I do?
What can you do?
What could I do?
Baby it's you, she said.
If there's a baby it's you.
She said.
Baby it's you.
Only the thought of you
Nothing more than this.
Well that's the worm
That's working in my brains.
Only the idea of you
Nothing else to hold onto.
Only the idea of you remains.
I still don't really understand,
I can Hardly believe that it's true.
But I know rejection, jealousy
Are all that they're cracked up to be,
And I know I can be someone else
Trying to be something to you
And heaven help me Marianne
I'd be gray as well as blue
By the time I got through
Waiting for you
Waiting for you.
I'm waiting for you
Baby I'm through