When I ask you where you've been
You look suicidal
One day I'm gonna lock you in a room
With a bed that creaks and a bible
Gonna wait til the wallpaper cracks
I asked you for the truth
We mean different things by that
Maybe my attitude was lax
But oh honey, I want you back
To back with the guy
Who couldn't lie
About circumstances extenuating
A little bird told me you've been mating
Said nothing 'bout a man with two surnames
Said nothing 'bout a man with two surnames
How come you sold your new flat
Can't you pay the rental
Or maybe possessions mean nothing at all
When you're getting transcendental
Gonna make you an offer you can't resist
Try to refuse me eye to eye
It'll mean a good deal
But not a goodbye
I'll let you off the day I die
Til then and there's no knowing when
You look real good in his blue Ferrari