I thought you said that you were single
So what's that thing hanging around 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
And my 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
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
Oh wait a minute now stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No, I gotta go
