Well i heard you were mad when i wouldn't follow you Then you came out to Harlem all of my friends did too There was somebody leaving somebody that i knew Now you got me believing that i should've left with you But all the bros are saying no, no Your friends are saying go, go And i aint spending my summer wondering where you are So get the hell out of my car (Come to me) sweet little angel (Run to me) across the park And i will believe all these things that you say are true (Cover me) in all your kissing (Never be) the girl who will listen to me And then ignore me the way you do Now all the bros are saying go, go Your friends are saying no, no And i aint spending my summer wondering where you are So get the hell out of my car