Baby
I got in a little bit of trouble of my own
I, I, I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
We had a row somehow, went out on the town
And I got two black eyes and I'm stumbling about
I lost my wallet, lost my keys, lost my mind and my soul
'Cause I'm the worst enemy, I know
Catch my reflection in the mirror, can't believe what I see
I've got kebab on my chin, and I've got sick on my jeans
I see police on the streets, they're all looking at me
And I can't even see
Baby
I got in a little bit of trouble of my own
I, I, I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
You gotta save me
I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh
I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
Got two tequilas, I'm all over the place
Now I can't breathe, I've got these geezers speaking right in my face
I jump from bars, strip clubs, every backend street
And there's nothing there for me
Catch my reflection in the mirror, can't believe what I see
I've got kebab on my chin, and I've got sick on my jeans
I see the freaks and the geeks, they're all calling to me
But I can't even speak
Baby
I got in a little bit of trouble of my own
I, I, I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
You gotta save me
I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh
I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
I hope it isn't over
Will you still love me when I'm sober?
Baby
I got in a little bit of trouble of my own
I, I, I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
You gotta save me, save me, baby
I, I'm out my head, and I've got no place left to go, oh, oh, oh
I'm sorry
Baby, I wanna come home
compositores: Ed Drewett - James New - Olly Murs - Sky Adams
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