You should get your story straight before I start to doubt it
Cuz if you've worn your lipstick off, I want to hear about it


And telling me would be such a breeze, tell me if you want to leave

I think I'm getting the drift

You want some time with your friends
On the nights and weekends
You take the time for yourself

Both of us used to spend

Before you make it better

Before you make it worse
First things first


I don't think it's an accident you treat me like a dummy
Hold on, Hold on
I've been asking for the truth at least just tell me something

Hold on, Hold on

And telling me would be such a breeze

Let me know, don't let me be

It's almost too easy

I'm holding you by the hand
More like the nape of your neck
Why don't you draw up a list you have to frequently check?

And put some things in order
And lose it in your purse
First things First