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.