This run-around game we play
I think a part of you just likes the chase
You lean in close, I hear my name
On the tip of your tongue
cnother home run, I'm

Sick of talking
My hands are sweating in my pocket
Oh, like
make up your mind,
make up your mind and tell me

Why'd you show up at my party last night
Why'd you get drunk sayin' I'm your type
Don't you know that I'm starting to lose my mind
Over you-ou-ou

Why'd you show up at my party alone
Your hair in a mess and a Rolling Stone
T-shirt, faded jeans
You're looking at me look at you-ou-ou

Pretending that I don't see you
But I feel your eyes across the room
I'm dancing with my leather shoes
On top of the couch
Then I turn around and
You've started walking
Right to me now my heart is pounding
Oh, I've

Made up my mind
Made up my mind to ask you

Why'd you show up at my party last night
Why'd you get drunk sayin' I'm your type
Don't you know that I'm starting to lose my mind
Over you-ou-ou

Why'd you show up at my party alone
Your hair in a mess and a Rolling Stone
T-shirt, faded jeans
You're looking at me look at you-ou-ou

ct my party last night
Yeah, you looked so fine
ct my party last night