Vice Grip

I hate the words Of your mouth Like a curse When they come out Like a gun They come steal the ones you love They come steal the fun When they come out I hate the words Of your mouth Arms around the ones you love are nice Arms around the ones you love are nice Arms around the ones you love are nice Unless you hold them tight on their neck Like a vice I'm not the place for you To send the blow of your rage I know you want me But I won't be held in a cage I think you're beautiful in many ways But everytime you come around I get spat in the face I think you're beautiful in many ways But I see two sides in your face Arms around the ones you love are nice Arms around the ones you love are nice Arms around the ones you love are nice Unless you hold them tight on their neck Like a vice Like a vice grip Like a vice grip Don't let him slip Oh no, don't let 'em go Why you gonna do me Why you gonna do me like that Like a vice Why you gonna do me Don't do me like that Like a vice Why you gonna do me Don't do me like that Like a vice Why you gonna do me Don't do me like that Like a vice