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