What are you doing, baby, in the streets of Montreal
Into the red lights
Alcohol and pills, they make you look a little ill
Please get back in your life

Who's that guy you're waving at?
I don't like his face, and
He sure don't look too safe
Is he the one who bruised that eye on your pretty face?

You've got sunken cheeks and your miniskirt is falling
You've lost too much weight
Are you still getting paid to make love to the boys just
To make sure you ain't dead?

You say it ain't my business
But I am not a cop, and
I can see you drop
And nobody else but me will kiss your scars
Nobody else but me will kiss your scars

You ain't got nowhere to go and it's starting to rain
So baby, hey baby
If I take you home, will you promise me to stay
And someday you'll tell me:

So glad it was you
To take me back home
So glad it was you
Could you take me back home?

I just met your dad in a supermarket alley
He looks just like you
He's got sunken cheeks, and his pants are getting floppy
Yeah, you should call him soon

Oh you should come to my place
We'll have a drink and talk, 'cause
I hate to see you drop
And nobody else but me will kiss your scars
Nobody else but me will kiss your scars

So glad it was you
Just take me back home
So glad it was you
Could you take me back home?

So glad it was you
Just take me back home
Take me back home
Just take me back home
Take me back home
Just take me back home
Take me back home (so glad it was you)
Just take me back home (so glad it was you)
Take me back home (so glad it was you)
Just take me back home