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