hi, my name is none of your concern just listen and judge me for what you think i’m worth and you said i like the way your fingers play the chords i like the way you make me feel at home
i heard you’re at it again i just called to say i never left and good luck, good luck, good luck i heard you needed some if your father could see the mess you made he wouldn’t like it very much you’re playing a game entitled, “hey they’re going to like me when i’m sick” just don’t lie in the bed you made yourself and expect me to tuck you in because i wont
because i liked the way my fingers played with yours yeah i liked the way you make me feel at home.