Come Back
Practice my patience
I practice my trust
I'm tired of beating
I miss you so much
Heard all your records
I've seen all your friends
I've looked at your pictures
Again and again
Come back, come back
I want the feeling
So much respect
I'm already kneeling
Talk to myself
And that is fun
I touch myself
I'm the only one
Love your letters
I love your calls
I love your touch
The most of all
Come back, come back
I want the feeling
So much respect
I'm already kneeling
Come back, come back
I want the feeling
So much respect
I'm already kneeling
