| Threw my clothes in the yard | |
| Ran over my foot with your car | |
| Don't try to say it was just an accident | |
| Then you stole all my shoes | |
| Now what the hell am I gonna do | |
| When I don't even know what I did | |
| It ain't yours, it ain't mine | |
| It won't matter in time | |
| Cause we both know just where this thing's going | |
| Cause we'd dance around til we'd verbally pound | |
| But ya scratched out my love with those fingers | |
| Baby, get your hands off my throat | |
| Cause I can't breathe, I can't | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| Now I'll get my coat and leave | |
| I'll leave, baby | |
| We've had some fun | |
| But we were ever one | |
| Til we found out we were no one at all | |
| And now that we're through | |
| For another day or two | |
| Tell me, baby, why don't you call | |
| Just call me | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| Cause, baby, I can't, I can't breathe, baby | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| I'll get my coat and leave | |
| Ooh | |
| Well, I remember the time | |
| Let me freshen your mind | |
| You told me | |
| David, I, I need, I think it's time I had my own space | |
| So then I try to be the understanding man | |
| You just call a Woody Allen character about the whole thing | |
| I said that's cool, I understand, I pack my bags | |
| And get outta your face | |
| Then for three days on end | |
| She was in bed with my best friend | |
| Discussing every problem | |
| She cried, she begged, David, we didn't really do anything | |
| He's a really understanding guy, and he really just listens | |
| And I said | |
| Baby, you gave him head | |
| God damn! | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| Cause baby, I can't breathe, I can't | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| And I get my coat and leave | |
| Pack my bags and I'm out the door | |
| Lord, I can't take any more, yeah | |
| Get your hands off my throat | |
| and I'll get my coat and leave |