I remember her house and how she undressed me But Wendy still pretends she don't remember my name I've tried to find a way inside, sweet December tastes like suicide I've been changing my mind; the names, dates and places That is why my answers less than sense makes today I've tried to... I ain't leaving 'til I'm done I want answers, I want answers off someone We ait's leaving 'til its done, she got answers... It's nice to think you're missed That's why I ain't got time for this A cold hand calls me to bed I want to go but I'm here instead Bring it on Wendy Turn me on.