Well I don't wanna hang around with you 
I've got my motor baby and I'm gonna see you through 
You think I wanna be alone with you 
It doesn't matter baby cause you're overreacted too 

But since you're down there, where will I just be 
I'm getting fine girl, dressing up for stormy weather 

So touch me down in the past where my mother will last
And it's true that I'm in for a punch and a blast 
Yeah down in the past where my mother will last
And she will make sure that you remember 

Well I don't wanna slide away with you
I've got ten little soldiers pointing at you 
Honey you just left me for a new one 
It doesn't matter baby cause your hair is ugly too