Her hands clasped round my collar, She threatens me, Says I remember who you used to be. Well, I don't deal with feeling comfortable. Oh I don't deal with that at all. He scraped a shell across my tongue, He scraped a shell across my tongue, To let the boy know he'd done wrong. Well he's done wrong, He's done wrong, He's done wrong again he winks and Fingers the bu*tons on my cuffs.
Well, I don't deal with feeling comfortable. Oh I don't deal with that at all. And he scraped a shell across my tongue, He scraped a shell across my tongue, To let the boy know he'd done wrong. Well he's done wrong, He's done wrong, He's done wrong. And I'll never lie again. Oh, why would I lie to you? Why would I lie? Why would I lie to you? Why would I lie to you?