So give me the hard stuff The kind that makes you real 'Cause I want the hard stuff When they're throwin' sticks and stones I'm never gonna give you up I'll be there when the storm comes We can cut each other to the bone Yeah I want the hard stuff (hard

Don't you wish that you could be a fly on the wall A creepy little sneaky little fly on the wall All my precious secrets, yeah You'd know them all You always second guess, wonderin You don't understand what it is That makes me tick But you wish you did