Baby, What You Do To Me

I put my clothes on inside out
I keep forgetting what I'm thinking about
I'm showing signs of insanity
Oh baby, what you do to me
Oh baby, what you do to me

I sit and dream the whole day through
And every dream is a picture of you
You're clad so scantily
Oh baby, what you do to me
Oh baby, what you do to me

I can't believe it's true
All I want to do
Is lie here in your arms

And so my life is back on track
And I don't need no aphrodisiac
Almost believe in a divinity
Oh baby, what you do to me

Can't you feel the electricity
Oh baby, what you do to me

Every word I say is poetry
Oh baby, what you do to me
Oh baby, what you do to me
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