I can't tell you what I want to
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
Gettin' 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 bender 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 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