Robot of the Week / December 15

Portland, OR / December 4 - 13

It's not the way you smiled that touched my heart. It's not the way you kiss that tears me apart. Many many nights roll by. I sit alone at home and cry, over you. What can I do? I can't help myself, myself, cause baby it's you. Baby it's you. You should hear what they say about you. They say, they say, you've never, never, been true. Doesn't matter what they say, I know I'm gonna love you any old way. What can I do? When it's true? I don't want nobody, nobody, cause baby it's you. Baby it's you. Many, many nights roll by, I sit alone at home and cry, over you. What can I do? Can't help myself, myself, because baby it's you. I can't help myself, myself, because baby it's you. Baby it's you. Don't leave me alone. Come on home. Baby it's you. Whoa, what can I do?
- Lyrics from "Baby It's You" by Dolly Mixture