I don't love easy, babe,

Got to be slow.

Simple to talk about love,

But I want to know

All the things you're thinking

When the colored lights are blinking

And your head starts slowly sinking down,

Cause it's hard coming, love

Hard coming, love. . . coming love

Something about you, babe,

Turning me round,

So if you want me, babe,

You can't put me down.

When you say you need me,

And no other one can please me

There's that whole thing coming on where you belong.

Oh it's hard coming, love,

Hard coming, love. . . coming love.

If you're uncertain, babe

Don't turn it aside

Save it for this time, now.

You can't run and hide.

Tell me all the ones you're riding

Round with all the time you're hiding

Down beneath the cover of your blind,

Cause it's hard coming love

Hard coming love. . . coming, love.