Richard Thompson

Baby don't know what to do with herself

Richard Thompson


Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
She might wipe her tears on a rusty nail 
Rest her cheek on a cold steel rail 
Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 

Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
I said baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
When trouble comes down, it comes in threes 
Catches her breath and she falls to her knees 
Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 

And I gaze on, gaze on 
And I gaze on, gaze on 

Ah baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 
She presses her lips on the window pane 
Cries "God in heaven" again and again 
Oh baby, she don't know what to do with herself 

And I gaze on, gaze on 
And I gaze on, gaze on 
And I gaze on, gaze on