Vārdi: John Schrader. Dancing With Mary.

10 minutes alone with you for some verbal intercourse
I wanna shove it down your throat until you see the light of course .. fat chance of that

Just you and I .. I'll lock your world outside
I'll kick your ass around the room and watch your morals hide .. fat chance of that

Lift
I don't need you .. I won't heed you .. you don't exist
I won't feed you .. I'll try to bleed you .. this won't be fixed

Chorus
I'm not yours to play with .. I'm not yours to stick with pins
But she's yours play with .. she's yours to trick with sins

I want to tear that painted smile from that holier-than-thou facade
And you burn and bury it in your own back yard .. fat chance of that

The plague you drip upon my nerves is not a contract
Where the hell did you come from and when are you going back .. fat chance of that

Lift
I don't need you .. I won't heed you .. you don't exist
I won't feed you .. I'll try to bleed you .. this won't be fixed

Chorus
I'm not yours to play with .. I'm not yours to stick with pins
But she's yours play with .. she's yours to trick with sins