Lissie Follow

I thought you said
That you were single
So what's that thing hanging
Around your finger?

You caught me all alone
When a knock came at the door
That brought me to my feet
And dropped you to the floor

Oh, wait a minute now stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go, oh whoa

When shove comes to push
And push comes to shove
You're not the kind of man
That I wanna give my love

I covered up my bruises
And gave away my sins
So what makes you think
That I would let you in?

I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go, oh no, I gotta go

And my manner is a matter of taste
I warned you that you were only wasting your time
I asked nicely, please get out of my face
Excuse me, I'm not yours, I am mine

I am mine, I am mine
I am mine, I am mine
I am mine, I am mine

Oh, wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go, oh whoa

So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows you'll just be rubble

Oh, wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go

I thought you said
That you were single
So what's that thing hanging