You think you're lovely, I know that you're wrong

God made me ugly, so don't string me along

Give me the good stuff, I'll leave you the rest

Send me the good stuff and I'll put you to the test

I'm going to

Stop messing around, cos what have you found

On the dirty ground

You think I'm stupid and I know that you're right

Or else why would I lie here in this big hollow night

Did god make it easy, so easy on you

Were you sent here to please me, well it won't

Get you through, cos I'm going to

Stop messing around, cos what have I found

On the dirty ground

You're going to stop messing around, cos what

Have you found on the dirty ground

Are we going to stop, are we going to stop

Are we going to stop?