Pressing herself against the pane She turns to not face his crazy eyes Looks out the road and car lights She doesn't wanna touch his arm Feels dizzy but that's just his charm He insists, he won't take no She has no right to turn him down Only with a look or a frown Like she did to so many before ‘Cause he tried even more But she said Stop Get your sh** away I don't even know you well And I don't care ‘bout your sick plans He moans as if it's a tough game That's just his disgusting joy Acting as if he found a toy She feels like a puppet on strings There's no desire so she'll cut off his fake wings But she said Stop Get your sh** away I don't even know you well And I don't care ‘bout your sick plans