(Coverdale/Marsden)
Well it's five in the morning
When will you be home,
I'm tired of waiting here baby
All on my own
All I got for comfort is some cheap red wine
But, the thought of what you're doing gives me no peace of mind
You '' me, it's got to be just you '' me,
Can't you see, baby
Can't you see what you're doing to me
I know those page three girls
In the playboy books,
Ain't got nothing on you
In the way that you look
But, an eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
When you get home
You better give me some truth
Tell me no lies
When I ask you the questions,
Tell the truth
Your lies ain't gonna make it no more
Tell me no lies,
Baby you're no exception to the rule,
Because I've heard it all before
And babe believe me I never forget
You '' me, baby baby
Just you '' me,
Can't you see, baby
If you don't stop what you're doing to me
I'm gonna do it to you
Tell me no lies
When I ask you the questions,
Tell the truth
Your lies ain't gonna make it no more
Tell me no lies,
Baby you're no exception to the rule,
Because I've heard it all before
And babe believe me, I never forget
You '' me, baby baby
Just you '' me,
Can't you see, baby
Can't you see what you're doing to me
You '' me, baby baby
Just you '' me,
Can't you see, baby
If you don't stop what you're doing to me,
I'm gonna do it to you!