Song/1987 Poem by robert dickerson

Come back to New York, honeybaby
Give that job a shove
There's so much we can do here-
We can go shopping and then
Hettie will cancel my appointments
We can take Friday free-
Anything, anything
To hear your sweet voice again.

Come back to this town honeybaby
Anything you please
Is ok by me: Shea,
The Museum of Natural History-
And when it's daytime in Tahiti
We'll go dancing at the Roxy-
Anything, anything
To see your sweet face again.

Take the first plane out, honeydarling
Quit that barbarous shore
Tailwinds favorably disposing
You can be here in three hours;
And you will see the city lights
All sprawled out from the air-
Anything, anything
To have you here again.

No one will know, believe me.
I'll not tell a soul, dear.
We'll spend the weekend on the island
There, in the sand I'll scrawl
My name in oil
Along your lovely vertebrae-
Anything, anything, anyanything
To have you close again.