It's been a long time running It's well worth the wait It's the same mistake Does your mother tell you things? Long, long when I'm gone? Who you talking to? Is she telling you I'm the one? It's a grave mistake and I'm wide awake Drive-in's rained out

'Cause I know this whole crazy ride's in your hands Hello, it's been too long My fault I haven't called Thank you for picking up the phone I've been swimming around Trying hard not to drown Waiting on my life calling to sound And I'm hangin' on best as I

It takes all of your power To prove that you don't care I'm not Cordelia. I will not be there Angst on the planks, spittin from a bridge Just to see how far down it really is Robbing a bank, jumping on a train Old antiques a man alone can entertain Not

You got it, you got it babe (If you wanna party, if you, if you wanna party) You should know I'm never gonna change I'm always gonna stay You call for me, I'm right there (right there) And you care You're so different No one compares

Louis Vuitton, Jimmy Choo, that's on you (ha) New Chanel, Saint Laurent, Gucci bag (huh, ha) Diamonds on my neck, frozen tears (tears) Bad bitches gettin' wet, here Yeah, don't call me 'til the checks clear (clear) Iced out (stylist), no stylist

Explicit for ya I'm listenin' explicit for ya I'll say it if you need it darlin' I keep that Q of sour for ya Never seen it realer Keep the Q of sour for ya You never had it so visual, visual I hear you callin' With your eyes, with your eyes

Call me, when you're home and all alone gurl, Call me, any minute any hour Call me; you can reach me on the cellular Call me; you can beep me on the beeper Ahh baby yeah baby yeah yeah yeah yeah Oow oow oow Its a been long time since I saw you and I'm

Run, run and hide from all the noise From all the nasty boys Who keep you running Run and hide from all the beasties that go bump in the night And that's how you lost your way It's how you lost your way You call me on the phone

Crying lightning And twisted and deranged Your past-times, consisted of the strange And I hate that little game you had called Outside the cafe by the cracker factory You were practicing a magic trick And my thoughts got rude, as you talked and chewed On

One of us is crying, one of us is lying In her lonely bed Staring at the ceiling Waiting for a call Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small Wishing she had never left at all They passed me by, all of those great romances You were, I felt,