Don't put this note by your face on the pillow
Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart
Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools
I pray you always need them
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
Throwin' advice like grenades at the table
You're spinnin' your wisdom in stories that change
Your lies are fluorescent my baby faced angel
Grow a fuckin' heart love
I know what you have done
I know what you have done
I've got your number
I've got your number
I've got your number
I've got your number
I've got your number
You've got my number
