text: Baby girl
  Oh why you wanna go and rock my world
  Sometimes I dont think that you understand
  Just what youre doing to me
  Baby girl
  Somehow you make me go and eat my words
  And fall right back into your fragile hands
  Why you do this to me?
  Not again
  Sooner or later
  Ill do you a favor
  And we can work it all out
  Tell me youre sorry
  Ill throw you a party
  And I, Ill sort it all out
  So, just call
  Just call
  And Im sorting it out
  Just call
  Its the little things
  Just call
  And Im sorting it out
  Baby girl
  Sometimes I dont think that you understand
  Im standing under you
  Baby girl
  Go and cut your slice of humble pie
  Ill be around, but
  If you call and Im nowhere to be found
  Just lean on my shoulder
  Sooner or later
  Ill do you a favor
  And we can work it all out
  Tell me youre sorry
  Ill throw you a party
  And I, Ill sort it all out
  Just call
  Just call
  And Im sorting it out
  Just call
  Its the little things
  Just call
  And Im sorting it out