I know it's, it's a shame
A shame I can't show it
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
Don't want to 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
Just don't expect to get
Your bloody black backpack back
I feel you, yes I can what about that
Don't you understand and I sense you,
Its something sensual but its less than i
Planned
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
Don't want to 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
Just don't expect to get
Your bloody black backpack back
You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel
Tonight you're mind is lined with layers of lead have
You heard one thing that i've said
Writer(s): John Francis Mc Dermott, Greg Gueldner, Eric Stock, Luke Esterkyn
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