Hey baby When are you gonna take me For dinner at Brasserie Zedel? It’s my favourite spot in Soho The old boys play piano Just for me at Brasserie Zedel And the violins swell Weaving a spell It sounds like she’s falling in love When are you gonna make me your baby You know I belong in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby Baby it’s all that I want Hey baby I promise I’m not crazy You could ask the others, but they’re already dead I’ll do my hair up real nice Tell you terrible things by candlelight While the table next to us choke on their bread Take your Mademoiselle To your red lit hotel It’s our own little warm cosy wonderful/beautiful hell When are you gonna make me your baby I want to die in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby Baby it’s all that I want We’ll waltz to Waits in the kitchen You know I’ll look after you real good Keep you soft, keep you hard Keep you off the hard stuff When are you gonna make me your baby You know I belong in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby Baby it’s all that I want