I thought you said that you were single
So whats that thing hanging around 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
Oh wait a minute now stranger
Im not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go.. oh whoa
When shove comes to push
And push comes to shove
Youre 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
No wait a minute now stranger
Im not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go oh no I gotta go
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, Im not yours I am mine
(No way I am mine )
Oh wait a minute now stranger
Im not sure I like your angle
I gotta go
So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows youll just be rubble oh
Yeah, yeah gotta go gotta go