| Don't send me letters in bottles anymore | |
| And don't come a-knockin' or darken my door | |
| We've got a contract, devotion nevermore | |
| We're legally bonded, in richness and in poor | |
| I signed the line that was dotted | |
| I like to end what I started | |
| I signed the line | |
| And I realized a lotta lies | |
| Were written in letters | |
| And bottles they tend to run aground | |
| Don't give me platinum, to weigh down my wrist | |
| I've got injunctions, so cease and desist | |
| I've got a bottle, a ball, and a chain | |
| You have the one thing of value that remains | |
| I signed the line that was dotted | |
| Oh, I like to end what I started | |
| There's too much I need | |
| I gotta plead insanity | |
| So don't give me platinum | |
| It just weighs me down | |
| I signed the line | |
| And I realized a lotta lies | |
| Were written in letters | |
| And bottles they tend to run aground |