Well, hold on
 You better grab your coat..now
 Catch the bus from work
 If i wasn't such a jerk, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] around
 [bad word] back with something new i can do to let you down