Lyrics

She says I let you see me naked But you can't look in my closet, it's a mess And with one hand she says take it With the other she withdraws it And I guess she thinks I pity her Or that I wish she were wittier But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning Now it's 4pm on Thursday And the world could end for all that she's concerned But I want her in the worst way Though I know I'd better stall that thought I've learned to treat her gingerly At the risk of grievous injury But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning And I put her coat On a hanger and she throws mine down On thе floor, and is she looking back in anger Or ? so much more whеn she says "Wait 'til I get my hands on you Wait 'til I get my hands on you Wait 'til I get my hands on you I'll smooth you out as good as new I'll care for you like fabric"? Now the couch looks pretty threadbare We could give it to the Goodwill I suppose But the flakes of skin we shed there And the nail marks in the wood Will be the only shred of evidence That she ever shared this residence But I can't say a thing if that's your reasoning When she says "Wait 'til I get my hands on you Wait 'til I get my hands on you Wait 'til I get my, wait 'til I get my, wait 'til I get my Wait 'till I get my hands on you My hands on you"