Well I know it
It's a shame, a shame I can't show it
And I see it
I can see it now, but I'm so far below it.

Chorus:
Don't wanna
Don't wanna talk about it
I say why not
Don't wanna think about it
I say there's got to be some good reason for your little black backpack
Up smack, turn around, he's on his back
Yeah, don't wanna tangle with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
This shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back.

And I can feel you
Yes, I can
What about that don't you understand?
And I sense you
It's something sensual, but it's less than I planned

You're trying to find a reason for the way you feel tonight
Your mind is lined with layers of lead
Have you heard one thing that I've said?

Repeat Chorus:
Don't wanna tangle with you
I'd rather tangle with him
I think I'm gonna bash his head in
This shouldn't concern you except that
Just don't expect to get your bloody black backpack back.

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