You never shoulda used magic To summon me back here The consequences could be rather tragic But that's a real good trick my dear And all the time I'm under the impression Riding on the borders like an ace You almost smiled, surely my discretion Lost into the desert of your face Just the other side of disgrace And don't you always get what you ask for And don't you always ask for what you get I thought you read the label before you laid the table You've got no cause for regret And all the time I'm under the delusion That it's me who's dealing out the script You almost jump to your old conclusion Your anecdotes they all come forth unripped But who gave you the sweat that you dripped