Lyrics:

Andrea
Andrea
You gotta know you got a bad reputation
It's kinda sick the way everyone knows it
You're really caught up in a bad situation now
How could you go and paint yourself into a corner
You know you're running out of people to turn to
It really does no good for me to try to warn you now

Andrea, I got your number, I got your number
Andrea, pick up your things and go, go
Andrea, I got your number, I got your number
What's your excuse this time?

You're on display for every second of the hour
I'll be you don't even know what you look like
You're sitting pretty in your ivory tower
Now I bet you're tryin' just to keep from cryin'
In your sleep you're always tryin' to remember who you are

Andrea

I gotta tell ya death is really out to get ya
I saw ya puttin' the moves on her boyfriend
I bet he's sorry that he ever even met ya now
You better go before she comes around to find ya
You'll do much better where no body knows you
You really blew it cuz I mighta got to like ya

Andrea, I got your number, I got your number
Andrea, just pick up your things and go, go
Andrea, I got your number, I got your number
Andrea, you better pick up your things and go, go
Andrea, I got your number, I got your number, now
Andrea, you better pick up your things and go, go
Andrea, I got your number, I got your number, now
Andrea, you better pick up your things and go, go