You gotta lotta nerve to try and gimme advice
You just wanna put me down and gimme sleepless nights
You say you got plenty of warm love left to spare
Your heart’s gone cold, so I’m told so I don’t care
You don’t have the right to say you’re sorry
You don’t have the right saying «It won’t happen again»
You don’t have the right… the right to say
I don’t have the right… the right… of way
If you wanna fight… tonight… s’OK
You gimme fisticuff love you better put ‘em up in front of your face.
You try so hard to get back into my good graces
Showing up at our shows, you wanna go back stage? You must be crazy
You wanna yak yak yak about that past we shared
You oughta call it quits, you and I split and I ain’t splitting hairs.
If I’m black and blue, it’s got nothing to do with you
Uppercut and a quick left jab ‘cause baby, you just don’t have… The Right…