All you do is blame me
you're driving me away it drives me crazy
before you drive away i told you
wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

attitude straight gimmie blood type pink whitney
get mad when you get tipsy; like really really really
it's a freak show, we know,
that's there's no way to find a cheat code,
to your love, acting like i really need those,
we know i could still control alt delete those
i know i could still hit it like a free throw
easy, if you don't really really need me

but all you do is blame me
you're driving me away it drives me crazy
before you drive away i told you
wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

baby
if you stay the night then maybe we could change things
before you drive away i told you:
wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

you always change your mind on the way home
you push all my feelings out the way

it could be my fault if you say so
i'll do anything to make you stay

i got love for my darling
one too many times we departed
three four now i know where your heart is
i know you want it
but all you do is blame me
you're driving me away it drives me crazy
before you drive away i told you:
wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

baby
if you stay the night then maybe we could change things
before you drive away i told you:
wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

wait wait wait
it's not too late late late

before you drive away i told you wait