Well, hold on
You better grab your coat..now
Catch the bus from work
If i wasn't such a jerk, i'd come and pick you up
Well, go on
I think you've got it all wrong
But you'd be smarter than i thought if you figured out you're not
The kind of girl for me
'cause I'm not gonna call you
I'm not gonna write
But I'll show up at your door in the middle of the night
And i'm not gonna love you
I'm not gonna cry
But I'll stick around 'til morning and then I'll say 'goodbye'
Well, slow down
I think you're talking too fast
Making marks above your bed
For every time i said i wouldn't let you down
No, but I'm not gonna call you
I'm not gonna write
But I'll show up at your door in the middle of the night
And i won't be your baby
I won't be your man
But i'll be your midnight cowboy,
Too drunk to even stand
I won't lose one wink of sleep
This house is on a sinking street
And i don't wanna go home
I don't wanna go home...tonight
But I'm not gonna call you
I'm not gonna write
But I'll show up at your door in the middle of the night
And every time you think that i might just come around
I'll come back with something new i can do to let you down
