follow me why don t you follow me down to the street and then back to my house watch your step i m number 1b come on in and i m sorry for the mess i saw you standing there and i asked you for a light i slyly touch my hair you looked as i hoped you might i throw my head back as i laugh i touch your arms look into your eyes we ll say some words some words that i ll forget we both know they re mostly lies the dialogue starts to lag the smokes are burning down we do a little calculation and suggest we get another round but as the music swells you take your chance to bend in close as if to hear but then you say 8 magic words do you want to get out of here and i say follow me why don t you follow me down to the street and then back to my house watch your step i m number 1b come on in and i m sorry for the mess you probably think she s being bad or that she s going straight to hell but this is just a girl who wants who s not afraid to help herself cause every boy she s ever known is just a peach and as sweet as pie so how could you hope to say no when you see him walking by and she says follow me why don t you follow me down to the street and then back to my house watch your step i m number 1b come on in and i m sorry for the mess follow me why don t you follow me down to the street and then back to my house watch your step i m number 1b come on in and i m sorry for the mess