Don't trust a man with the creepy little eyes He's at once a friend but you're scared inside Then he beats you up 'cause you bust his lip And you ask yourself what have I done Then he locks you up in the trunk of his car
Don't forget that Number I wrote on the back of your hand
And the freaks are in the back You're not alone that's why I understand And you walk the walk and talk the talk And we park our cars at the same garage And my stomach hurts like I'm in a storm
Don't forget that Number I wrote on the back of your hand Don't forget that Number I wrote on the back of your hand