Lyrics:
Are you gonna rum-tum-tumble with me, darlin’?
Cause if not, you should leave me alone.
He gave me an orange flower.
What. What in the hell does that mean?
Am I halfway to red, and halfway to yellow?
Am I his mother, or his lover?
Or somewhere in the middle?!
I’ve been walking around in circles.
I tell myself, ‘ I’m not confused; I should know this.’
I went with him to dinner and didn’t even pay.
Then he called me “dude” the next day.
I don’t want to spend my money on another fool
I don’t want to. I don’t want to.
I’ve been there. I’ve done that.
I don’t want to spend my time contemplating you
So what am I to do?
But maybe we won’t go that far. Maybe we don’t get that low.
I don’t care where we go. I just want him calling.
Maybe we don’t reach for stars.
Maybe we don’t slide that slope.
But I don’t care where we go. I just want him calling.
My grandma told me to pray to God about it
and I believe her, cause that works for me sometimes.
But do I really want him? Or would I rather be a loner?
Or can I call myself an independent woman of my century?
All that I’m saying’s I don’t want to sped my money on another fool
I don’t want to. I’ve been there. I’ve done that.
I don’t want to spend my time contemplating you.
So what am I to do?
But maybe we won’t go that far
And maybe we won’t get that low.
But I don’t care where we go. I just want him calling.
Maybe we don’t catch that ride
Maybe we don’t slide that slope
I don’t care where we go. I just want him calling.
Yeah, I don’t care where we go
I don’t care where we go
I don’t care where we go
I just want him calling.
I don’t care where we go
I don’t care where we go
I don’t care where we go
I just want him calling.
I just want him calling.
I just want him calling, not an orange flower.