I can't tell you what I want to

I can't tell you I can smell you a mile away

Measured arms you've flexed before

Next to a battleship

You made me mad, I made you sad

But now I'm glad you're gone



Take me on

Take me on



Count to ten, I'll be there

Tone it down, I'll be in the barrel

Point came for you to be Glenn Close to me

Can't you see I can't be

P-P-I-M-I-S-S

I assess the situation differently



You should hit the median strip

You should hit the median strip

Take me on

Take me on



Three day benders set you straight

Two flights were both on time

To fight was on your mind

Tonight I don't feel fine



Feel free to dwell on what you feel

Free to say I don't feel free

You've made me mad, and now I've had

To say that I was wrong



You should hit the median strip

You should hit the median strip

Take me on

Take me on