I know it It's a shame A shame I can't show it And I see it I can see it now But I'm so far below it Don't wanna Don't wanna talk about it I say why not? Don't wanna think about it I say there's got to be some good reason For your little black backpack Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back And Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back I feel you Yes I can What about that don't you understand? I sense you It's something sensual But it's less than I planned Don't wanna You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight Your mind is lined with layers of lead Have you heard one thing that I've said?