I like the sound, the sound of your mouth

When the words won't come out

But I know what you're thinking

And I like the way, the way that you look

When you're all bothered and shook

And I can tell you've been drinking

And you were the plan

And I was the plug

And I understand, but I am not drunk enough

So, you took my hand, and said it was love

And I took a stand, and I called your bluff

'Cause I don't like the way you treat me

I close my eyes so you can't see me, but I guess I'll talk to you, tomorrow