Stranger..

When shove comes to push
And push comes to shove
You're not the kind of man
That I want to give my love
I covered up my bruises
And gave away my sins
So what makes you think that I would let you in

No wait a minute now stranger
I'm not sure I like your angle
No I gotta go, oh no, I gotta go

And my manner is a matter of taste
I warned you that you were only wasting your time
I asked nicely, please get out of my face
Excuse me, I'm not yours I am mine
I am mine, I am mine, I am mine