Meet me, darling, won't you? I've been waiting for you. At my lonesome white table. Ready, willing, and able. Torn in two, beaten and scarred, I'll give you my love but not my heart. Tattered and worn, battered and bruised, I'll give you my love but it won't be true. Someday darling maybe, you could be my baby, until then I'll be waiting, at my lonesome white table.