Dinner @ Brasserie Zédel

Hey, baby When are you gonna to take me For dinner, at Brasserie Zédel? It's my favorite spot in Soho The old boys play piano Just for me, at Brasserie Zédel And the violins swell Like they're weavin' a spell And it sounds like she's falling in love When are you gonna make me your baby? You know I belong in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby? Baby, it's all that I want Hey, baby I promise I'm not crazy, ask the others But they're already dead I'll do my hair up real nice Tell you terrible things by candlelight While the table next to us choke on their bread Take your Mademoiselle to your red-lit hotel It's our own little warm, cozy, beautiful hell When are you gonna make me your baby? You know I belong in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby? Baby, it's all that I want We'll waltz to Waits in the kitchen I'll look after you real good Keep you soft, keep you hard Keep you off the hard stuff When are you gonna make me your baby? I wanna die in your arms When are you gonna make me your baby? Baby, it's all that I want It's all that I want It's all that I want I want, I want I want, I want, I want, I want, I want When are you gonna make me your baby? You know that I'll die in your arms