Karaoké I've Got My Baby on My Mind David Ball

Staring out the window in a dream but the world outside that's not what I see

I'm thinking of those lips that taste like wine

I've got my baby on my mind

Slowly one by one the memories start

And softly she walks across my heart

Now I don't care if it rains or shines

I've got my baby on my mind

A telephone call brings me back to earth

But I don't want to talk to no one unless it's her

Someone else would only waste my time

I've got my baby on my mind

A telephone call brings me back to earth

But I don't want to talk to no one unless it's her

Thinking of those lips that taste like wine

I've got my baby on my mind

I've got my baby on my mind