Crybaby

Come back slinking, come back crawling Crawling on your hands and knees Hoping that I've lost my memory You got so good at spitting out those Technicolor fantasies I left you and the rest is history What you gonna do about it? What you gonna say about it? What you gonna do about it now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Time heals all the wounds, I've learned Just like the one you're gonna get When I dump you right on your thick head No more back seat make-outs At the drive-in or in Lover's Lane No more cleaning up those stubborn stains What you gonna do about it? What you gonna say about it? What you gonna do about it now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby, what'cha gonna do now? Crybaby Crybaby Crybaby Crybaby Yeah