Keep me, baby, on my toes.
Push me to the edge.
Pull me up like a balloon,
but don't tie off the end.
Keep me, baby, in the dark
for that I should see
any indiscretion, dear,
that might discourage me.
And next time you call up,
I'll tightrope on the line,
with steady hands I'll anxiously
prepare to call you mine.
But keep me, baby, on my toes,
so when that wind does blow
it lifts me with no strain or tear
on where my heart should go.