Oh, please, don't think we don't notice,
the way you contradict your every move,
you seem to be all but dying for our attention,
but you so don't like that kind of thing.
And the leash you have around that boy,
when you say go, he runs for miles.
Oh, please, like we haven't seen this before,
you're playing the over-protective girlfriend,
and it's not so cool anymore, darling.
I've varied my lines, so vary your life,
your simple statements have no effect on me,
and the way you tell me I'm lying,
oh, please, we're all laughing at you behind your back.
And the leash you have around that boy,
when you say go, he runs for miles.
I don't want to turn into a horror move on legs,
but I have a few tricks up my sleeves,
and I'm into the idea that violence may be best here,
because you don't seem to understand that we don't care.
When you say go, he runs for miles.
Hell, I'd run for miles, too.