Stranger

I thought you said that you were single
So what's that thing hanging 'round your finger?
You caught me all alone
When a knock came at the door
That brought me to my feet
And dropped you to the floor

Oh, wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go
Oh, whoa

When shove comes to push
And push comes to shove
You're not the kind of man
That I want to give my love
I covered up my bruises
And gave away my sins
So what makes you think that I would let you in?

No, wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go
Oh, no
I gotta go

A mild manner is a matter of taste
I warned you that you were only wasting your time
I asked nicely, please, get out of my face
Excuse me, I'm not yours: I am mine
I am mine, I am mine, I am mine
I am mine, I am mine, I am mine

Oh, wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go

So save yourself the trouble
When this thing blows, you'll just be rubble, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, whoa, oh

Wait a minute now, stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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