You’re a singer in a band in Brooklyn
And I’m working two jobs trying to pay my bills
You call and say you’re back in town
And am I looking for a cheap thrill

So I say, what the hell?
I’ve had worse ideas and you might be one
Never thought this was serious
Just looking for a bit of fun

But you got me wanting you
Talking about what you would do
Boy you got me blinded

I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you

Weeks pass in the blink of an eye
And you’re still blowing up my phone
Saying how you need me there
And you hate sleeping all alone

Then one day you flipped the script
Saying “it’s too much” and you got to leave
Never thought this was serious
But I’m not sure what to believe

Still you try to hold me close
Saying “baby just let go”
Boy you got me messed up

I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you

Oh yeah

I want to know
How to get next to you
Just tell me how
How to get next to you