Get out and dry yourself in the sun
I don't want you here in the apartment
Everything we had going last night
turned to be a disaster
I thought it would be heaven
you thought you'd take a ride
(But ) you need to be on a short leash
if you are to be faithful at all.
We had a short lived love
But you turned out to be a mess
So go home already Moti
Thanks and bye
and don't call me, I'm not answering
If you look for me I'll call the police
So get a life
Cause you don't have a choice
I'm going to mail your stuff
To the girlfriend you'll have by next week
you have a degree in pissing me off
Like a jobless bum
I gave you my heart like an organ donation
and you rejected the transplant
And if we were to discuss this openly
Then you don't have the right to say a word