Text: Tanita Tikaram. Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness. Any Reason.

My babe lets the moonshine
My babe likes to sail
When you need a reason
Baby's reason
My babe wants a show stopper
To come on board and dance
When there's reason
Any reason
Baby's reason
I can drive for miles and miles
I can drive for miles and miles around
My babe wants a warm coat
To keep him shuffling on
Just get along, just to get along
My babe wants to tell you
But talking don't seem fair

My babe needs a reason
Any reason
Any reason, any reason
Any place I'll drive you baby
Any place I'll drive you baby, yes

My babe wants the use of you
To really lose himself
My babe wants to see you
To see you help yourself
To any reason
Baby's reason
Any reason
My babe's sure a short boy
Although he thinks he's fine
Never greet a liar
'Cos any reason is any reason
Any reason is any reason
'Cos any reason
Is baby's reason
And any reason
Any reason's fine