Texty: Lissie. Stranger.

:
I thought you said that you were single
So what?s that thing hanging around your finger
You caught me all alone
When a knock came at the door
That brought me to my feet
And dropped you to the floor

Oh wait a minute now stranger
I?m not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go.. oh whoa?

When shove comes to push
And push comes to shove
You?re not the kind of man
That I want to give my love
I covered up my bruises
And gave away my sins
So what makes you think that I would let you in

No wait a minute now stranger
I?m not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go? oh no? I gotta go

And my manner is a matter of taste
I warned you that you were only wasting your time
I asked nicely, please get out of my face
Excuse me, I?m not yours I am mine
(No way? I am mine? )

Oh wait a minute now stranger
I?m not sure I like your angle
I gotta go
So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows you?ll just be rubble? oh
Yeah, yeah? gotta go gotta go?



(Thanks to Ania Mazur for these lyrics)