Show me a knife and ill show you conversation
This isnt love, no its interrogation
So, uh, girl what are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
Im sorry, so sorry, so sorry, i did
No, i don't know what this has become
Some learn and i've learned we're done
Locked doors, no keys to the apartment
Oh, stop
Nobody knows
Summer nights are always lonely
I can tell youre holding something
I don't believe a word that you say
If youd understand
That im not the type of boy with great demands
But youre just that type of girl
If youd understand
That im only looking out to lend a hand
But youre not that kind of girl
What did you say to me
To make me bleed so hard?
Now i'm calling the guards
Cause i don't know what you're doing here
What are you doing here?
And we'll break down the door
And we'll break every bone in your body
Bone in your body