All Right

All right! All right, baby now, all I want to do: to love you.
Do my best anyhow. All I want to do: show how much I love you.

What's the use, the use in loving you, when I take such abuse?
Loving you, do my best anyhow, when I take such abuse? What's the use?

Have I got you? (Wock-a-doo!) Do you get me? Have not forgot you. Don't forget me.
Can't be your friend when on you I can't depend.
Tried to discover beneath a friend a lover. Turned into a dead-end.

Down on my knees! Cling like a disease. Sick of trying to please.
Would if I could but I can't do any good. Sick of trying to please. Would if I could.

Take off! Take off the tourniquet. There's no blood anymore.
No choking cough. Take off the tourniquet. There's no blood anymore.
No choking cough.
Have I got you? etc.

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Rod Mitchell