Show me a knife and ill show you conversation This isnt love, no its interrogation So, uh, girl what are you doing here? What are you doing here? Im sorry, so sorry, so sorry, i did No, i don't know what this has become Some learn and i've learned we're done Locked doors, no keys to the apartment Oh, stop Nobody knows Summer nights are always lonely I can tell youre holding something I don't believe a word that you say If youd understand That im not the type of boy with great demands But youre just that type of girl If youd understand That im only looking out to lend a hand But youre not that kind of girl What did you say to me To make me bleed so hard? Now i'm calling the guards Cause i don't know what you're doing here What are you doing here? And we'll break down the door And we'll break every bone in your body Bone in your body