Well, I'm standing in the corner of the room, trying hard to quell the steam of your perfume,
As you look, I turn the other way...but you keep on staring anyway,
And the pain of our acquaintance seems to loom,
Was it not enough: the scar you left on me?
Is there something of myself that you still seek?
And you come in front of one and all,
And you push me up against the wall,
And you stroke my hair and you say, "Did you miss me?"
Well, not at all.
Get away, get away,
Get away, get away.
Well, you take my hand and say to come with you,
And you tell me all the things you'd like to do,
You can spit you lies right on the floor, 'cause I've laid down in your bed before,
And I've had to pay the price for all my sins,
Well, not...not again, yeah.
Oh, get away, get away,
Get away, get away for me,
Let me be, Temptannie.
