Текст: Christine Milton. Friday. Whiketywhack (I Ain't Coming Back).

Now it?s just amazing
How some people forget
How you act like nothing happened
And there is no consequence
Now you?re knocking on my door
And you?re in my driveway
Thinking that I?m ready to jump right back in
What do you say

You can write it in a letter
You can tell it to your friends
But just watch it that you?re not insulting
My intelligence
I don?t need no explanation
Actions speaking for themselves
It?s a fact you?re whiketywhack
And baby I ain?t coming back

Now I?ve changed my ways
Since I got some taste
And those cute doggy eyes
That I used to fall for back in the days
Just ain?t working no more
And there?s no way you can score
And if you don?t come up with something soon
Then I?m out the door

You can write it in a letter
You can tell it to my friends
But just watch it that you?re not insulting
My intelligence
Though you?re bouncing off the ceilings
And you?re promising a pact
It?s a fact you?re whiketywhack
And baby I ain?t coming back

Oh e-oh, he?s going down oh no
It wasn?t my intention but guess that?s the way it goes
When you act like such a gentleman then move in on my friends
It might just turn around and blow up in your face again