I'm Not Gonna Call You

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 down