Keep on Coming Back for More - Paul Kelly

Won’t somebody help me please

I’m afflicted with a strange disease

No doctor can help me, neither can the nurse

'Cause the cure I crave is just making me worse

And I keep on coming back for more

Every morning I wake up

With a promise to keep?

Then that old sun begins to creep

In my mind a whisper turns to a roar

And here I am again, baby now, knocking at your door

I keep on coming back for more

I keep on coming back for more

All my friends keep shaking their heads

You don’t care for me, you never did

I’m so tangled up inside your spell

And the gates of your heaven now, baby, lead straight to hell

But I keep on coming back for more

I keep on coming back for more

I know, I know, I know what I should not and what I should

But baby, baby, baby sometimes it just feels so good

Like a sick dog licking at his spew

I’m always turning back to you

First my mind’s a preacher, then it’s turning tricks

Like a drunk to a bottle, baby, like a junkie to a fix

I keep on coming back for more

I keep on coming back for more