Mc5

No you don't getNo you don't want itNo you don't get it, noNo you don't getNo you don't want itNo you don't get it, noShe don't like the way she smilesHe don't like the way she smilesSon of a bitchI know what the itch is likeYou won't get enoughTry to get rid of itBut you won't, you can'tYou won't get enoughShe don't like the way she smiles**don't want you**He don't like the way she smiles**don't need you**She don't like the way she smiles**can't have you**He don't like the way she smiles**i want**No you don't get itYou'll never get itNo you don't get itI want to see through youWhen the mind begins to wander to the spoonAnd i got youBecause your there to bend and nurture me through theseTroubled times'cause the fix begins to twist my troubled mindAnd i got you to paint the sorrow on my dayAnd i got you to paint the roses on my graveAnd i got youI got youBut it's the feeling that i get when your awayTwist my mind 'cause i'm all alone and cold, gone i feel like dyinAnd i got you to fill the craving that i get inside my mindWhen you're there to fill the space i have inside, i feel like cryingAnd i got you to paint the sorrow on my dayAnd i got you to paint the roses on my graveAnd i got youAll the slippin' that i slap meI got you, i got youAll the slippin' that i slap me