Can you tell me where we went wrong
Your silence made me write this song
You shut me out, you let me down
I moved on to another town

And I'm sayin' Janine
Girl don't make me beg and plead
I'm turnin' into someone I don't like to be
Oh you got that thing I need, It's in your hands Jeanine

We had a garden where life could grow
That land is dry, that life no more
Well even Adam they had a choice
I'm paralyzed until I hear your voice

And now I'm sayin Janine
Girl don't make me beg and plead
Turnin' into someone I don't like to be
Oh you got that thing I need, It's in your hands Janine

Woah, woaahh. Woah, woah, Wooaaaahhhh
Woah, woahhh, Woah, woahh

Baby girl I'd do anything
To hear the sound of my phone ring
You disappeared and it irks my soul girl
So make your move before I lose control

And now I'm screamin' Janine
Girl you got that thing I need
I'm turnin' into something I don't want to be
I'll take you down to New Orleans, yeah

Just give me my MONEY! Woah, wo--ah, Woah, woah
You need to pay what you owe me! Woah, Woah, Woah, Wo-Ahhh