I can't tell you I can smell you a mile away
 Measured arms you've flexed before
 Next to a battleship
 You made me mad, I made you sad
 But now I'm glad you're gone

 Take me on
 Take me on

 Count to ten, I'll be there
 Tone it down, I'll be in the barrel
 Point came for you to be Glenn Close to me
 Can't you see I can't be
 P-P-I-M-I-S-S
 I assess the situation differently

 You should hit the median strip
 You should hit the median strip
 Take me on
 Take me on

 Three day benders set you straight
 Two flights were both on time
 To fight was on your mind
 Tonight I don't feel fine

 Feel free to dwell on what you feel
 Free to say I don't feel free
 You've made me mad, and now I've had
 To say that I was wrong

 You should hit the median strip
 You should hit the median strip
 Take me on
 Take me on