I thought you said that you were single So what's that thing hanging around your finger You caught me all alone When a knock came at the door That brought me to my feet And dropped you to the floor Oh wait a minute now stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No I gotta go, oh whoa When shove comes to push And push comes to shove You're not the kind of man That I want to give my love I covered up my bruises And gave away my sins So what makes you think that I would let you in No wait a minute now stranger I'm not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go, oh no, I gotta go And my manner is a matter of taste I warned you that you were only wasting your time I asked nicely, please get out of my face Excuse me, I'm not yours I am mine I am mine, I am mine, I am mine Oh wait a minute now stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go So save yourself the trouble When this thing blows you'll just be rubble, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah Oh wait a minute now stranger I'm not sure I like your angle No, I gotta go