I thought you said that you were single
So what's 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
I'm not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go.. oh whoa...
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
No wait a minute now stranger
I'm 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, I'm not yours I am mine
(No way... I am mine... )
Oh wait a minute now stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
I gotta go
So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows you'll just be rubble... oh
Yeah, yeah... gotta go gotta go...
So what's 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
I'm not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go.. oh whoa...
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
No wait a minute now stranger
I'm 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, I'm not yours I am mine
(No way... I am mine... )
Oh wait a minute now stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
I gotta go
So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows you'll just be rubble... oh
Yeah, yeah... gotta go gotta go...