Dear, unlock the door You’re acting like a child when you say it yourself We are at war How dare you turn on me now Right when I need you most?
I wish I could have seen their faces When they heard the news Now that’s the sort of smack that leaves a bruise The victory is ours at last I beat them at their own dirty game They pervert the words of godly men For their own selfish gain I took their wrongs And I took their lies And I made them right And made them right Oh, look who it is My supportive wife She thinks she's going to squeal And where do you think you’re going? Don’t you walk away from me
You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You put down that telephone You're not calling anyone You're not calling anyone