I know it
It's a shame
A shame I can't show it

And I see it
I can see it now
But I'm so far below it

Don't wanna

Don't wanna talk about it

I say why not?
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason

For your little black backpack
Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
And

Don't wanna tango with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in

And this shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back


I feel you
Yes I can
What about that don't you understand?

I sense you
It's something sensual
But it's less than I planned

Don't wanna

You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight

Your mind is lined with layers of lead
Have you heard one thing that I've said?