i thought you said that you were single

so what's that thing your hanging

'round 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 chrous:

oh wait a minute now stranger

im not sure I like your angle

no, i gotta go 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 chorus 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 chorus so save yourself the trouble

when this thing blows

you'll just be rubble.. chorus