I touched a nerve and made you jump I sounded so unkind A wild effect might come and hide Upon your troubled mind I could have used a little tact Instead of speaking out Your temperament was much too quick and hot Finger on the bu*ton, You're ready to shoot me down Waiting to set the world on fire Finger on the bu*ton, You're waiting to shoot me down Some things I say Are not meant to be taken that way You took my words so literally It made you look the fool But obstinence should not incite Such sweet revenge so cruel But having taken orders I will apologize But don't you think it's time we really tried? Hold it back Hold it back Remember I'm a friend