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