Little Black Backpack

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 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, and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And 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 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, and Don't wanna tango with you I'd rather tangle with him I think I'm gonna bash his head in And this shouldn't concern you except that Just don't expect to get your bloody, black backpack back 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? 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 And I don't wanna tango 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 Don't wanna tango 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