I've been walkin' around my apartment
And these walls carry sound like the wind
Thank the lord that the girls like good music
Otherwise by now we'd be sick
Sick of each other
Run back to our mothers
Hide away under the covers
So sick of each other
We're part time lovers
Runnin' away from face to face
Tell me whatchu mean when you talk to me like that
Tell me whatchu need so nobody gets upset
Tell me whatchu feel so I can tell you about myself
Tell me whatchu mean
Tell me whatchu mean when you talk to me like that
Tell me whatchu need so nobody gets upset
Tell me whatchu feel so I can tell you about myself
Tell me whatchu mean
Nows the time that we work on our problems
I've got the worlds best way to solve them
Everyone around is a teacher
If you open your eyes, then you'll see
That we can learn from each other
Or run back to our mothers
Hide away under the covers
Damn I got the best of friends
I gotta start making my amends
For only showing up on the weekend
They pull me out of the deep end
They quickly jump to my defense
They don't pretend
My best friends, my best friends
Tell me whatchu mean when you talk to me like that
Tell me whatchu need so nobody gets upset
Tell me whatchu feel so I can tell you about myself
Tell me whatchu mean
Tell me whatchu mean when you talk to me like that
Tell me whatchu need so nobody gets upset
Tell me whatchu feel so I can tell you about myself
Tell me whatchu mean