I’m a inner city fella you’re a modern Cinderella And I’ve been having wet dreams over you I see the way that you twist and your red lipstick I don’t know what to do
Please, girl please, stay with me Tonight’s for lovers like us But you don’t seem to love like me So I’m heading home on the bus I’ve been having these dreams And plotting these schemes On how I’m getting over you I’ve been laying in my bed with you in my head Now my hand is sore for a hour or two Please girl please, stay with me Tonight’s for lovers like us But you don’t seem to love like me So I’m heading home on the bus I’m heading home on the bus ya I'm heading home on the bus I’m heading home on the bus ya I’m heading home on the bus I’m heading home on the bus ya I’m heading home on the bus I’m heading home on the bus ya I’m heading home on the bus Please girl please stay with me tonight’s for lovers like us but you don’t seem to love like me so I’m heading home on the bus Oh I’m heading home on the bus Oh I’m heading home on the bus I’m Heading Home On The Bus