My baby’s only home thirteen hours a week.
I hoped that this would work but things are getting all too bleak.
Open the door for her, give her all my loving too.
My baby pushes through, never gives me a thank you.
And I said, when will this love of mine take a step into the sunshine?
She’s going back to bed, back to the graveyard where she’s dead.
Sweet, sweet baby of mine.
You’ve never been bad all the time.
Lately it’s plain to see.
You are losing my sympathy.
So, when will we say goodbye?
I don’t want you in my life.
Just get on back to bed.
Back to the graveyard where you’re dead.
When will this love of mine take a step into the sunshine?
She’s going back to bed, back to the graveyard where she’s dead.