Staring at your watch
Like it's gonna make me ask you what
Somethings rubbing you wrong
And I'm the master of playing dumb
Panic in your talk and you're walking over
I know what you want but can we not again
I just let it all bottle up spill over
You wanna throw down
You wanna hurt me well
Do it, do it, do it you won't
Do it, do it, do it you won't
Strap me to the car
Pull out fast onto route one
Keep the radio off
I'm screaming top of my lungs
Give me what I want what I want hand over it
I deserve it all don't I, Mom? I did it
Can we laugh it off laugh it off we couldn't
She wants to turn around
It's gonna hurt me well
Do it, do it, do it you won't
Do it, do it, do it you won't
Do it, do it, you won't
Do it, do it, do it you won't
