Hey girl, you’re talking with such a son of a bitch
Hey girl, you’re waling with such a son of a bitch
Hey girl, you’re dancing with such a son of a bitch
Hey girl, you’re sleeping with such a son of a bitch

Hey girl, why don’t you try to peon your eyes
And look inside the misery box
Or will you decide to leave it like this
Pretend it’s all right when it’s not
You know that I wonder what you keep inside your misery box