I know it
    It's a shame
    A shame I can't show it
    And I see it
    I can see it now
    But I'm so far below it
    Don't wanna
    
    Don't wanna talk about it
    I say why not?
    Don't wanna think about it
    I say there's got to be some good reason
    For your little black backpack
    Up, smack, turnaround he's on his back
    And
    Don't wanna tango with you
    I'd rather tangle with him
    I think I'm gonna bash his head in
    And this shouldn't concern you except that
    Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back
    
    I feel you
    Yes I can
    What about that don't you understand?
    I sense you
    It's something sensual
    But it's less than I planned
    Don't wanna
    
    You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight
    Your mind is lined with layers of lead
    Have you heard one thing that I've said?