Baby, baby, baby, you're in my mind
In the words of the girl with the hat and the perfect string of rhymes
It's a problem, can't see the tree for the billboard sign
On this highway we've been driving on for all this time
My mother said it right
We got lots of time
But time is the killer
Time is the killer
Time is the killer -er -er
Baby, baby, baby I've got the you's
And the me's, and a wishing well full of nothing but weeds
It's another scuffle toward the end of eventually
Is it 'cause I'm barely old enough for you, and you for me
Your mother said it right
You've got a type
I wrote this song for me, I'll sing it for me
I wrote this song for me, I'll sing it for me
I wrote this song for me, it's not for you, it's not for you
It's not for you, it's not for you, it's not for you, it's not
Why would it be
Baby, baby, baby, baby...
Baby, all I can say is I tried
To give you just the right amount of attention
And get you to respond in kind
It's a wonder you never said before that you had enough
While you were making plans, all I want to be is making love
So I'll ask another time,
And you say, "oh I'm fine, I'm just fine, fine"
But time is the killer
Time is the killer
Time is the killer -er -er