Baby, it's you

It's not the way you look, though it's the way you look it might do.
Makes me act like such a fool
So self-conscious like I'm back at school - no no.
It's not the way you look that's beating my heart black and blue.
Makin' me a laughing stock, making up to you.
I don't think it's the time of life
Though we've been weathering a crisis or two.
I must have used up all my friends' emotional dividends, and I know
At my time of life, I might have a bit more of a clue
But I left my mind some distance back, tryin' to get to you
What else could I do? What could I do
What can you do?
Baby it's you, she said.
If there's a baby it's you. She said.
Baby it's you.
Only the thought of you, nothing more than this.
Well that's the worm that's working in my brains.
Only the idea of you, nothing else to hold onto.
Only the idea of you remains.
I still don't really understand, I can hardly believe that it's true.
But I know rejection, jealousy are all that they're cracked up to be,
and I know
I can be someone else, trying to be something to you
And heaven help me Marianne, I'd be gray as well as blue
By the time I got through waiting for you
Waiting for you.
I'm waiting for you (x15)
Baby I'm through