Baby, stop your chasing me
Stop your staring hungry eyes
Give up your fantasy
I'm not playing games
I mean each word I'm saying
You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing
Baby, its been three long years
Take down my picture from the wall and wipe your tears
You've been pushed aside
Your black rose must die
You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing
I'm just no good for you
I'm just too good for you
Baby, it's time to close that door
I've told you once, a hundred times
and even more
You're just not my kind
I'll tell you one last time
You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing
You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing
You're not gonna get your hands on my pretty thing