Guys Like You Make Us Look Bad

You scream, "Don't look," you scream, "Don't touch" What have they done? What have I not? And every time I think about your voice I Start to tremble, and my throat's aching And anytime you need a shoulder I'm right here You've just gotta find a way, a way She sits alone, tries to adjust She cries, "Please let me go, I won't tell anyone" You scream, "Don't look, oh, please God, don't touch" You scream, "Don't look," you scream, "Don't touch" What have they done? What have I not? And every time I think about your voice I Start to tremble, and my throat's aching And anytime you need a shoulder I'm right here You've just gotta find a way Oh God, please help us, get her out of this Oh God, please help us, get her out of this Oh God Oh God Oh God