They want your number so they can call you Just to come over to cook for all you Thought she was thirsty and it was all true Only business she want is hopin' you let her fall through Blah, blah, blah, bitch Using bid'ness just to sit up on my dick How I

So why does it hurt so bad Why do I feel so sad But I keep crying When I don't love you So why does it hurt me so I gotta get you outta my head Hurts so (yeah you do) Why does it hurt so bad Thought I was over you

Never thought I'd fall, But now I hear love call, I'm getting sentimental over you Things you say and do, Just thrill me through and through, I'm getting sentimental over you. I thought I was happy, I could live without love Now I must admit,

Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans Six degrees of separation You’re all over this damn nation And it’s six degrees of separation 'Til I picked up a quarter from nineteen seventy-nine Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans Worn in boyfriend

Power on, power on Drop the pin on the mood that you're in If it feels like a home I thought it mattered what I say, but I was wrong I thought you were second place to every song I thought you'd overstayed your welcome, I was wrong Have you ever

You better watch out I remember it was late one night In the middle of a dream Woke up in a pool of sweat Thought I heard a scream Ran over to the window sill Stuck my head out for a peek Dressed in black was a man I didn't recognise

You thought it was over but it's just like before Will there never be an end to the Indian wars? Out in the desert where the wind never stops A few simple people try to grow a few crops Trying to maintain a life and a home On land that was theirs before

Was it just an afterthought? Somehow in my head, it's overgrown It's made me question everything I know Did what you say contain an undertone? It goes on and on and on It keeps turning up, it won't leave me Did I say enough? Speak freely Did my words

I never heard a single word about you Falling in love wasn't my plan I never thought that I would be your lover Come on baby just understand This is real One, two, three, four This is it, here I stand

You thought it was over; it's not over I'll be back; I brought my axe In the shadows, alone in the dark Young victims I stalk I'll be back From the grave To mutilate Axed in the back Pick through the neck