Baby Stop Your chasing me
Stop your staring hungry eyes
give up your fantasy
Im not playing games
I mean each word Im saying
Your'e not going to get your hands
On my Pretty Thing

Baby its been 3 long years
take down my picture from the wall
and wipe your tears
you've been pushed aside
your black rose must die
You're Not going to get your hands
on my pretty thing

Im just no good for you
Im just too good for you

Babe its time to close that door
I've told you once, a hundred times
and even more
you're just not my kind
I'll tell you one last time
You're not going to get your hands
on my Pretty Thing