I thought you said that you were single

So what's that thing hanging around your finger

You caught me all alone

When a knock came at the door

That brought me to my feet

And dropped you to the floor

Oh wait a minute now stranger

I'm not sure I like your angle

No I gotta go, oh whoa

When shove comes to push

And push comes to shove

You're not the kind of man

That I want to give my love

I covered up my bruises

And gave away my sins

So what makes you think that I would let you in

No wait a minute now stranger

I'm not sure I like your angle

No I gotta go, oh no, I gotta go

And my manner is a matter of taste

I warned you that you were only wasting your time

I asked nicely, please get out of my face

Excuse me, I'm not yours I am mine

I am mine, I am mine, I am mine

Oh wait a minute now stranger

I'm not sure I like your angle

No, I gotta go

So save yourself the trouble

When this thing blows you'll just be rubble, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah

Oh wait a minute now stranger

I'm not sure I like your angle

No, I gotta go