Can you cut that tendon at the back of my hip I can't run away, my bones congeal The stakes are simple, shit and bile But you just don't get it (No you just don't get it) You must hook up with me for a year round summer 'Cos when the cold comes, you stay and sit number But I'm sure ice would melt in your glove And you just don't get it (No you just don't get it) And it just can't hurt any worse than before Strike a match and bolt the door You get nothing back