Robert Plant - Pictures at Eleven

Slipped through the window by the back door
Caught short in transit with my love
Jumped up, fell back, cut off from romance
How could I fall without a shove?
Tiptoe like thunder on my feelings
You rock me gently with your sighs
My knees are weak, my head is reeling
Consumed by fire in your eyes...
Don'tcha know why?
Goodness no! Why?
Stepped in and shattered my defenses
Just playing hookey with my heart
Slipped through the window by the back door
And took the keys to my poor heart
Yes my poor heart
Try as I might, try as I may
Yes I'll I try anything to just make you stay
'Cuz I need your love, yes I need your love
Ooh I need your love, yes I need your love
I'm looking high I'm looking low
Tryin' to find where did my baby go
Gotta find out why she ran away
I don't know, where did my baby stay?
Try as I might, try as I may
Oh I'll try anything to just make you stay
Just find that 'Boulevard d'Amour'
Shoot through a neon in the night
Hotfoot through alleys, check the doorways
Try that old parking lot on 9th
There's three-course kissing in the same way
Oh but that don't help me none no more
I've been away so long and dreaming
Little girl ain't I seen you before?
Ooh little girl...