I know that you don't love me. I know you hate my guts. I know the nasty things you say. About me, to those sluts. . Well, maybe I'm a weasel. Maybe I'm a liar.
You try to play it cool. But you're pissed with me. In the swimming pool. Where you kissed with me. . You're a shiny jewel. Two-fistin' drinks on me. You're a killing tool.
And even my head, playing it's part. It's not time, we can't get away with it. Even my heart, playing my head holding time. Just to get away with it. .