Her hands clasped round my collar,
She threatens me,
Says I remember who you used to be.
Well, I don’t deal with feeling comfortable.
Oh I don't deal with that at all.
He scraped a shell across my tongue,
He scraped a shell across my tongue,
To let the boy know he’d done wrong.
Well he's done wrong,
He's done wrong,
He's done wrong again he winks and
Fingers the bu*tons on my cuffs.
Well, I don’t deal with feeling comfortable.
Oh I don't deal with that at all.
And he scraped a shell across my tongue,
He scraped a shell across my tongue,
To let the boy know he’d done wrong.
Well he's done wrong,
He's done wrong,
He's done wrong.
And I’ll never lie again.
Oh, why would I lie to you?
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie to you?
Why would I lie to you?