Got My Number - Ben Weasel
What makes you think you've got the right
To get me all worked up for you each night
You've got my number and I don't know what to do
'Cause I've been left here black and blue
I guess you took me down a peg
Is this the part where I'm supposed to beg
Well when I'm in this state I don't know what to do
'Cause I've been left here black and blue
Call the rockets back I'm turning back to you
Shouting out the answers in advance to you
It's the pop that makes you dance in a melancholy trance as
I'm crawling back to you
What makes you think I'm gonna bite
Could it be all the times I proved you right
You've got me dead to rights
I don't know what to do 'cause I've been left here black and blue
I twist and toss and turn and fall apart for you
And I've gotta turn it off
Yeah I've gotta turn it off
Yeah I've gotta turn it off but I wanna turn it up