Babe, you're driving me mad If you drive any faster, I'm dead I've bent over backwards, bent upside down The bags under my eyes Try to understand You owe me that much Take me to the love quarry Take me to the love quarry Babe, what do I have to do There's got to be a way to impress you Fast cars, fast holidays, fast lights Is that what you want? You can't see further than your next ambition You're a mental acrobat with market addiction Take me to the love quarry Take me to the love quarry Cutie pie I can call you that Can't I? Now that we're lovers Piling on the agony Playing violins to unfinished symphonies Take me to the love quarry Take me to the love quarry Why don't you take, take, take, take me to the love quarry Why don't you take, take, take, take me to the love quarry Why don't you take, take, take, take, take, take, take, take me to the love quarry Take, take Take, take, take, take, take