Blake Lewis Follow

It's New Year's Eve, I'm in Glendora.
I'm the only living person in Glendora.
Headin' east on the freeway,
I left my prom dress on the bus-stop in Duarte.
I switch the rules, you take advantage.
You know I always like to play the victim.
And would you fuck me? Cause I'd fuck me.
Am I your wetnap?
Freestyle walkin'.

I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.

I'm on my way, I want to see you.
You're in your bedroom with some dancers, I'm beneath you.
I come inside, I hear the door slam.
You tell me if I really loved you I'd get with them.
They make me sick. You make me sicker.
But I want to please you so I go and I get with her.
I close my eyes, I think about me.
I'm just your wetnap,
Freestyle walkin'.

I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.

I should find someone better for me,
but Mom says we're born this way.
Everytime I come over to your house,
you just shit on my face.
And you know it, you know it,
you know, you know it really freaks me out.

I drove for hours on bad directions.
I arrive, there's something you forgot to mention.
An afterthought, straight to the tabby,
'Sorry Angel, went to Reno', happy happy.
It ain't the rest, why do you Jenny?
I'm in a booth it's almost twelve, your favorite Denny's.
Another year, I need a sundae.
I'm just your sidebet,
Freestyle walkin'.

I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.
I cry, cry, cry, then I complain.
Come back for more, do it again.