Little lamb that you are, now you've wandered too far. And you can't find your car. You don't know where you've been when the night closes in. You feel it under your skin, you won't let me in.
You'll be sorry the next time you see me. You'll eat your hat, I promise you that. I'll say, "I told you so" and you'll nod your head. I'll feel so powerful when your face goes red.