Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools

I pray you always need them

Chorus

I know what you have done

Throwing advice like grenades at the table

You're spinning your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my babyfaced angel
Grow a $#&@ing heart love


Chorus
I know what you have done


I've got your number


You've got my number