Don't give me that I told you so look Over your shoulder I can't help but organize your wife She wants me to mould her And I should have told her That so strong is the lure of moods Invariably they're mostly misunder Misunderstood It's when we're listening a difference Is waiting in stated layers It's when we license our pet hates Become irate useless prayers Still you choose to ignore this course And I'll go along and blah blah blah blah blah Until I'm hoarse I should've been with you I shouldn't have let You grace on grit you hit out and then you Wonder why your choice of reflections made You cry I should have been with you Visions are cast over beached where footprints Are left to say I'm here and burning The night oil and still you want me to pay Still you choose to ignore this course And I go along and blah blah blah blah blah Until I'm hoarse