I’m in the doghouse
And I don’t know why
I’ve done something wrong
I guess I’ve been a bad boy
At the party
I was making silly moves
Showing off and acting up
Getting loose and being tough
You saw it
As a bad bad sign
Now you’re making me
Do the time
Why are we here
If I didn’t do the crime
There’s no reason
To your jealousy rhyme
You say you don’t need to explain
If I don’t understand you’re not playing my game
You’re a girl of high principles
I’m a man thinks he’s invincible
In my mind I was only having fun
Talking to the girl without a loaded gun
My aim is always true
And it’s only on you
You’re my prey
My hunger
I’m on fire for you
I’ve got your number
So don’t lock me out
For a minor misdemeanour
I know I’ve done wrong
Now I’m taken to the cleaners
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