Hey hey hey Hey hey yeah Yeah when you call my name I salivate like a Pavlov dog Yeah when you lay me out Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week

'Cause I just wanna be your ex, oh A.K.A. the best you ever had Just call me for sex I can hear my ex callin' and I answer (Yuh) 'Cause I just want to be the one that you can't forget, yeah Uh, I can't wait for that next call in 'cause I'll answer I just

I've been living in my anxiety Face flushed down this train again Somebody, call a doctor, better call the doctor Chasing problems in my head Everybody says that I'm losing my shit I should calm down, but you know I can't quit Yeah, yeah, yeah I woke up

It's making me sad Can't take just a picture of you It's making me mad That I can't get past You call me, oh, you call me all the time You tell me, oh baby, yeah, you're mine I like you, baby draw me all these smiles I like you, but it's just so, so many

Crazy little thing called love, yeah, yeah Crazy little thing called love This thing called love, I just can't handle it This thing called love, I must get round to it I ain't ready I gotta be cool, relax, get hip And get on my track's And take a long

Yeah, you're just my type, yeah, yeah Just my type But you're just my type The kind that only calls me late at night You can't decide if you'll be yours or mine I hate to say it, but you're just my type Oh, I hate to say it, but you're just my type You

I felt it all, just like a cannonball You know I can't stand no more You're tellin' lies, so don't you criticize Yeah I got used, all messed up and abused You let me down, with all your runnin' round Still you pretend and try to call me friend Don't say

I never came from deep pockets Why can't I make a deposit? Can't call it, can't call it Can't call it, uh, can't call it Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it Oh, I had so many days of crying Oh, I had so many days of

Crazy little thing called love, yeah, yeah Crazy little thing called love This thing called love, I just can't handle it This thing called love, I must get round to it I ain't ready I gotta be cool, relax, get hip And get on my track's And take a long

Yeah, your lips keep gettin’ in the way You know we should’ve called it a night, babe But goodbye’s something I can’t say Oh, oh, I said thirty more minutes, thirty minutes ago And oh, oh, but we’re still right here and you already know that I should