Baby Come to Me If you stick around, you'll eventually wear the crown If you've got the patience and wherewithal to pass the time Rolling with their punches, shut up and take it during their lunches The black sheep will wear the white sheep's woolen sweater If only you can pull it together Sticking to your guns, be they holy or infamous ones, is gonna build your character where there used to be none You're gonna love your new frame, it's the shape of things to come The leader of the pack will be scratching your back, if only you can tackle the black-backed jackal
Baby come to me My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge Baby come to me Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge
So if you can stomach climbing out of a thousand train wrecks in a pitch black tunnel, granted only, say, two light flickers If you can take abuse like a gentleman holds his liquor The eager overachiever will eventually trip
And that's when you can have your way, consensually
Baby come to me My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge Baby come to me Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge
When you've been underestimated, patronized or have been degraded When you try, and fail, to look up the meaning of ill-fated, and all the bunnies who outran you incidentally were hares you hated So much so you can't wait to see their faces again You'll leave them in the dust atop a turtle, your trusted friend
Baby come to me My blue suede boots may stumble on the ridge Baby come to me Your poncho soaks up all the water under the bridge