Can't even hang out with friends
With out you blowing up my phone
Like where am I and when am I coming home?
Why you listening to your friends?
They don't wanna see us be
Boy, you better take it slow or I'll be history
You've got to give me my space
So quick to calling my name
Boy, you better recognize
You drive me up to the ceiling
Boy, there's no need for the screaming
You know that you are my world
But I'm sick and tired of the
That's all I hear you saying, la, la, la
Tired of the complaining, la, la, la
I just wanna have some fun
I was with some other boy
'Cause when I got back home
You've got to give me my space
So quick to calling my name
Boy, you better recognize
You drive me up to the ceiling
Boy, there's no need for the screaming
You know that you are my world
But I'm sick and tired of the
That's all I hear you saying, la, la, la
Tired of the complaining, la, la, la
That's all I hear you saying, la, la, la
Tired of the complaining, la, la, la