Dog in the manger, always a danger,
You got me so, so wrong,
So what? So long, Don't be a stranger.
It had barely started out,
Before it started heading south,
In the never ending story of the love,
That dare not shut its mouth.
I get the picture, picture!
I think I get it, (think, no!)
I think I know, (no, no!)
I wish I didn't, (still!)
I think I get it.
Behind the curtain, We got to flirting,
It was a gateway drug, I know, I know,
It's disconcerting, even now,
When I'm still driving by your house,
When it's late at night and the lights are out,
And I saw somebody sneaking in your side door,
What are friends for, anyway?
And I'm just wondering who you think,
You are fooling with such a tired myth?
That says some people are better off alone,
Than with a steppin' stone.
I get the picture, picture!
I think I get it, (think, no!)
I think I know, (no, no!)
I wish I didn't, (still!)
I think I get it.
Why do you insist on being such a girl about it?
You said you hoped we could still be friends,
I doubt it, no one owes a debt,
Index finger, second fret, another song,
A torch to warm the winter of our disconnect,
Now I'm still trying to decide,
Between thwarted lust and wounded pride,
When I see your absence everywhere I look,
And even when I close my eyes.
I get the picture, (picture!)
I think I get it, (think, no!)
I think I know, (no, no!)
I wish I didn't,
Wish I could be cold, (c-c-cold!)
Like certain people up in the mixture, (oh no!)
I think I know, (no, no!)
I get the picture, (still!)
I think I get it.
