The Films - Come On Oh Baby pick up the phone because I'm drunk and alone and I need someone to take me home and I wish it was you Well get me out of this place Cause I've got blood on my face And I'm gettin tired of the taste Of my own shoe But how in the devil I get into trouble I don't think I'll ever be sure But the one thing I'm sure of is there's no love like your love So come on Well it was a God-awful scene At the bar down on King's In fact this whole night's been troubling to say the least Phony friends, phony names Exchanging numbers, playing games Well I guess I should do the same But it's just not me But how in the devil I get into trouble I don't think I'll ever be sure But the one thing I'm sure of is there's no love like your love So come on So come on Quit draggin me down Come on I'm waiting around for you to come and get me out of here Come on, stop thinking about it Come on, you know I'm working it out And I don't think I can wait another year