Back To You

Come back, baby come back to me
You're all girl,
You're all I need
Come back baby come back to me.

I thought I'd broken your spell
And broken my addiction
But when I feel you close to me
You know I can't help myself.
(I can't help myself) Every time you call my name

Chorus:
You know I'm coming back to you (every time you call my name)
I'm coming back to you
You know I'm coming back to you (every time I see your face)
Just wanna be with you
I'm comin' back!

I wanna look into your eyes
And let the world just pass me by.
But when you're talking in your sleep
I know that I am in too deep.
(In too deep) Every time you call my name

Chorus...

Yo I said tit for tat
I said tickle for tackle
Getting your attention always seems a battle
I'm a cool guy
I don't want no hassle
You be the queen, I'll be the king of the castle

Come back, baby come back to me
You're all, girl you're all I need
come back baby come back to me. (Repeat x2)

You know I'm coming back to you (Every time you call my name).
I'm coming back to you
You know I'm coming back to you (Every time I see your face)
Just wanna be with you, can you feel me, girl I'm comin' back

Come back, baby come back to me
You're all, girl you're all I need
come back baby come back to me

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