I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town

Tie my right hand to the bible You can burn your paper fingers in the ashtray Place your swollen lips on mine You can shave your heavy head in my carpeted hallway Sure for the first time you're wearing the right clothes Now take them off Meet me on the

Sometimes I hear you calling out my name, And I hear you deep down inna mi brain, If I'm a fool I've only got myself to blame, Well I can see the sign 'cause I'm not blind, Although you're not mine from time to time, I've got to let you know you are my

You girl, you girl You're mine, you're mine, What he wants for dinner You can entertain all day long but I know what he likes for dinner You can entertain my day long but I'm what he wants for dinner You can entertain all day long but I know what he

Get some colours on Now I don't care what you dress like or what you wear But please make sure baby, you've got some colours in there Now it's all very well stepping out in black and white But you're no girlfriend of mine if you're doing that right

All he asks, I said hurry inside Got a criminal record, I can't cross state lines First on the bad list, and you're last on mine Lookin' for a scapegoat, long past due Walking down the aisle, still straining you Where do I hide? All he asks, I say hurry

Would you write, would you call back baby if I wrote you a song I need you at home And you can wave to all of your friends And I'll never leave you again I been gone but you're still my lady Cut off all of your hair Did you flinch, did you care Did he

We'll find a way Let me be the one who shines with you I dream of you and all the things you say I wonder where you are now? Slide in baby together we'll fly Now that you're mine Of chasing the sun

What's yours is mine and what's mine is mine too If you shake my hand better count your fingers What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment? If I'm right I lose nothing, if you're right I lose it all I ought to get caught because I'm doing

When you've made your mind up forever to be mine 'Cause I made my mind up you're going to be mine I'll tell you right now Any trick in the book now, baby, all that I can find I'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind I'll pick up your hand