You're stuck inside my head
That's okay with me
I guess it's just kind of rhyme
You said you were my friend
But you didn't say please
I guess in the end
Just want me to plea
We can take it slow
You're cocked and ready to blow
A little truth don't hurt
Gotta get to work
Don't tell your mom about me
I don't wanna play games
Guess it's better to give than to receive
The writing's on the wall
I've got to leave
But you did the job for me
We can take it slow
You're cocked and ready to blow
A little truth don't hurt
Gotta get to work