I Thought You Said That You Were Single
So What's That Thing Hanging Around Your Finger
You Caught Me All Alone
When A Knock Came At The Door
That Brought Me To My Feet
And Dropped You To The Floor

Oh Wait A Minute Now Stranger
I'm Not Sure I Like Your Angle
No I Gotta Go, Oh Whoa

When Shove Comes To Push
And Push Comes To Shove
You're Not The Kind Of Man
That I Want To Give My Love
I Covered Up My Bruises
And Gave Away My Sins
So What Makes You Think That I Would Let You In

No Wait A Minute Now Stranger
I'm Not Sure I Like Your Angle
No I Gotta Go, Oh No, I Gotta Go

And My Manner Is A Matter Of Taste
I Warned You That You Were Only Wasting Your Time
I Asked Nicely, Please Get Out Of My Face
Excuse Me, I'm Not Yours I Am Mine
I Am Mine, I Am Mine, I Am Mine

Oh Wait A Minute Now Stranger
I'm Not Sure I Like Your Angle
No, I Gotta Go

So Save Yourself The Trouble
When This Thing Blows You'll Just Be Rubble, Oh
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah

Oh Wait A Minute Now Stranger
I'm Not Sure I Like Your Angle
No, I Gotta Go