Come back and take this hurt off me
Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
'Cause I'm too young, to be in misery, now
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me

I've been waitin' at the bus station
'Cause that's where you left me standin'
Got my clothes in a twenty-five-cent locker
I'll be here till the Greyhound brings you back again, baby

I knocked on my mother's door, she said, "Steven, walk on in !
Son, you don't have to say a mumbling word
She left my little baby again. Yes, she did, now!

Come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, come back and take this hurt off me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby now, what kind of love could this be
Baby, baby, baby, I don't know what you've done
It got me, it got me, it got me, yes, it did!