Baby pull your covers up and start your sleepingnStart your dreamingnKiss the skynNo one comes around this town on the weekendsnSo you’re safe in this bednYou’re safe for some timennI’ll follow you around this playgroundnAnd burn your troubles in the sunnI’ll follow you six feet undernAnd give life back to you nMy lovennI took care of the kids on the balconynI gave them tea and dried their eyesnAll of your troubles are on top of menBut your troubles are sweetnThey’re sweet like wine