Take This Hurt Off Me

Come back and take this hurt off me Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Im too young to be in misery
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Ive been waiting at the bus station
cause thats where you left me standing
I got my clothes in a twenty-five cent locker
And hear you till that greyhound bring you back again
Well, I knocked on my mothers door
She said «stevie, come on in.
You dont have to say a mumbling word,
I know your woman left you again.»
Come back and take this hurt off me Baby, come back and take this hurt off me Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
What kind of love could this be?
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
I dont know what youve got
I gotta — I gotta — I gotta — yes I have…
(chorus twice)
Yeah …