You keep tugging on my shirt Just to pull me closer One single step at a time Your skin against mine I can just feel you under me Fit to be tight.
Fit to be tight, Fit to be, fit to be tight.
I feel weak Grown in wide open spaces We turn ourselves inside out Expose what were afraid to see And I know what you're thinking I told myself: "You keep pulling, you keep pulling!"
Now grown up petrified I think, No, no you don't mean it You simply say it Because you like the way that it sounds.
I feel weak Grown in wide open spaces We turn ourselves inside out Expose what were afraid to see And I know what you're thinking.
I feel weak and I give up, and I give up tell me why go on and, and tell me tell me, tell me why tell me, tell me, I feel weak.