Don't worry Baby I have not forgotten the way I'd take an airplane across the ocean to your place And when I arrived, I'm quite sure that I would find Your porch, your rake, your gloves You always loved to pick up leaves And if you think we could pick up where we left off I promise I would be the best girl on the lot 'Cause time it has come And all the work that it has done on me Could you use a little sugar with your cream I know now there's a girl who holds my place But honey tell me true Is she all that you replaced If she is I will center myself again I don't mean confusion just to have my way But if you think I've a better idea I would fly right back to Old Alabama again And I would pack up a single suitcase For all my possessions are in your bedroom. Your bedroom Your bedroom Bedroom Bedroom Bedroom