I thought I had a bad feeling when we met
You give me those eyes I can't forget
I tell myself over and over: snap out of it, get a grip now
You keep creeping to me when you know it ain't alright
It's looking like I got something to hide
I'd have some explaining to do
And it wouldn't be a pretty site
So get it through your head that
I'm not about to let myself go to your evil ways she can't know
That your calling me, you keep stalking me, like I said
Get it through your head
Don't believe that you can change my mind
I take it boy this ain't the first time
That you want what