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 downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
