I won't grow fond of you
How shall I put that in plain words?
If you approach me by one step
I'll beat you black and blue
I won't grow fond of you
The medley of colors on your shirt
If you approach me by one step
I'll beat you black and blue
You tempt me with scents
You provoke with gesture
You follow me with your eyes
A four-headed dragon
You take your bearings with radars
I'm like a moving target
Sharpened teeth
I won't grow fond of you
I won't grow fond of you
How shall I put that in plain words?
If you approach me by one step
I'll beat you black and blue
I won't grow fond of you
The medley of colors on your shirt
If you approach me by one step
I'll beat you black and blue
I count to five – get lost!
Two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
There won't be a quick waltz today
Two, three, four, five
One, two, three, four, five
I'm tracked by scouts
Hunting dogs scent me
Like game
That crumbles as a live bait
You laid snares
You changed the rules of the game
You blocked the ways
You bolted the door