here comes my baby
belinda carlisle
i don't care if you don't like it
but i had to let you know
and it's pounding to be let in
there's angels on the ceiling
and i can't just be your friend
why don't you stay 'til tomorrow
it must have been my pride
you say you're on your way
before you go i'll be there
all my senses have returned
why don't you stay 'til tomorrow