It took a long time to wait
I had nothing
I wanted the world
And your ride
What's up what's up
Are you still there
What's up
What's up what's up
Are you still there
What's up
I wish I was you sometimes
I wish I'd make the call
I thought my looks would make it last
(what a thing to say)
But in your play
We sell it your way
Perfect is as perfect does
We weren't hurting anyone
You know how songs can make you cry
Well this one won't
'Cause nothing will
But I'll be wandering still
I could of not been here in all this mess
I coulda been blacker and older and dead
I coulda built up and out 'stead of flat
I coulda coulda coulda
But here I am