Come on, baby, take that chain and wrap it round my neck,
Suck and spike me, whip and bite me, web me like an insect.
Tease me in this black room, til my armor turns to fluff,
Melt me in this hot room, til my heart floats on a swamp.
When it reach the boiling point, then say you gotta go,
Leave me dangling like a fly, blood-sucken and alone.
Leave me dangling like a fly, just wondering what I meant to you,
But if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you,
Yeah, if you ain’t mine, please get on back to the one who sent you.
I’m the gimpy antelope just munching on some leaves,
I raise my eyes to see the herd flying far away from me,
I raise my legs to reach them, and I’m flying cross the land,
Next thing I know, you’ve got me tumbled in the sand.
Next thing I know, my blood is sifting through the sand,
Next thing I know, my blood is drying in the sand.
My eyes keep living; they just watch the sky and you.
Oh, if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you,
Yeah if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you.
I fall for every game that any man could ever play;
Don’t know how it started, it’s just always been that way.
Some days a man just needs a game he’s gonna win,
When he’s feeling cheap and cocky, that’s when I walk in.
He sees me walking like a warden of the state,
Google-eyed and knock kneed, tumbled down by fate.
You can tell me anything, and I’ll believe its true.
But if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you,
Yeah if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you.
You think I’m alright with my fiddles and my fans,
But you don’t see the tears I cry; they’re bigger than a hand,
Big enough to douse the fire that once consumed the earth,
Crashing down like meteors towards the broken earth.
Filling up my bedroom, like a water hole in the sand,
Splashing round my ankles, and washing the dirt from my hands.
Sometimes, I let my eyes just rest in this pool and think of you.
Oh if you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you.
If you ain’t mine, please get back on to the one who sent you.