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