Stop

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 I'll put you to the test I'm going to stop Messing around Cause what have I 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 Cause I'm going to stop Messing around Cause what have I found On the dirty ground You're going to stop Messing around Cause what have you found On the dirty ground Are we going to stop? Are we going to stop? Are we going to stop?