well, hold onnyou better grab your coat..nowncatch the bus from worknif i wasn't such a jerk, i'd come and pick you upnnwell, go onni think you've got it all wrongnbut you'd be smarter than i thought if you figured out you're notnthe kind of girl for menn'cause I'm not gonna call younI'm not gonna writenbut I'll show up at your door in the middle of the nightnand i'm not gonna love younI'm not gonna crynbut I'll stick around 'til morning and then I'll say 'goodbye'nnwell, slow downni think you're talking too fastnmaking marks above your bednfor every time i said i wouldn't let you downnnno, but I'm not gonna call younI'm not gonna writenbut I'll show up at your door in the middle of the nightnand i won't be your babyni won't be your mannbut i'll be your midnight cowboy,ntoo drunk to even standnni won't lose one wink of sleepnthis house is on a sinking streetnand i don't wanna go homeni don't wanna go home...tonightnnbut I'm not gonna call younI'm not gonna writenbut I'll show up at your door in the middle of the nightnand every time you think that i might just come aroundnI'll come back with something new i can do to let you down