| It took a long time to wait | |
| I had nothing | |
| I wanted the world | |
| And your ride | |
| What's up, what's up | |
| Are you still there | |
| What's up | |
| What's up, what's up | |
| Are you still there | |
| What's up | |
| I wish I was you sometimes | |
| I wish I'd make the call | |
| I thought my looks would make it last | |
| (What a thing to say) | |
| But in your play | |
| We sell it your way | |
| Perfect is as perfect does | |
| We weren't hurting anyone | |
| You know how songs can make you cry | |
| Well this one won't | |
| 'Cause nothing will | |
| But I'll be wandering still | |
| I could of not been here in all this mess | |
| I coulda been blacker and older and dead | |
| I coulda built up and out 'stead of flat | |
| I coulda coulda coulda | |
| But here I am | |
| What's up what's up | |
| Are you still there | |
| What's up | |
| What's up what's up | |
| Are you still there | |
| What's up | |
| You owe me nothing | |
| And that's already what I had |