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