Stranger
I thought you said that you were singleSo whats that thing hanging around your fingerYou caught me all aloneWhen a knock came at the doorThat brought me to my feetAnd dropped you to the floor
Oh wait a minute now strangerIm not sure I like your angleNo I gotta go.. oh whoa
When shove comes to pushAnd push comes to shoveYoure not the kind of manThat I want to give my loveI covered up my bruisesAnd gave away my sinsSo what makes you think that I would let you in
No wait a minute now strangerIm not sure I like your angleNo I gotta go oh no I gotta go
And my manner is a matter of tasteI warned you that you were only wasting your timeI asked nicely, please get out of my faceExcuse me, Im not yours I am mine(No way I am mine )
Oh wait a minute now strangerIm not sure I like your angleI gotta goSo save yourself the troubleWhen this thing blows youll just be rubble ohYeah, yeah gotta go gotta go