Baby you've got a problem
if you think I'm done
give me all your good excuses
and I still need one
I don't want your wisdom
nor the truth you've sought
save your smart arse revolution
it's the smart part that I want
you're gonna tell me you
gotta leave
you really got a heart of ice
you're gonna hide in pretty lies
Cut the talk
and get it on
stop resisting
You're a trouble maker
you're the perfect tease
like a tender little cobra
you just pinch the beast
You deal out the wisdom
and the truth you've sought
save your...
Cut...
You tell me that you're good for me
talk about a paradox
you waste your flamin' youth
in bed with the truth
