I come home at night after we’ve had a fightnAnd love seems impossiblenI can’t get a job, that’s not unusualnBut baby get impossiblennYou don’t have to take it out on menOr make me unhappynWhen it’s not too hard to work it outnAnd when you’ve worked it out OKnnMaybe it’s possiblenBaby, impossiblenWe’ll fall in love againnnPeople look at me as if to say to menYour baby’s impossiblenI don’t care a bit, I’m just keeping fitnWith baby impossiblennNow I’ve got my own life to livenA lot of love to givenAnd lovers keep me warm at nightnWhen my baby feels all rightnnOh, is it any wonder we can’t do anything?nOh, is it any wondernWhen all that we do is sit and wondernWhy we can't do anything?n