don't know why i hate him, hate his sexy kind of contemplative half-cocked grin and beach-tanned skin; the kind i know you'd have let in.nof course, i love him, of course, he's great!ni'm not the kind to easily hate a man for being better than me.noh, dear god, please take him screaming.nif you take him, take him bleeding.ni could show you, show you feeling.nif you take him, take him screaming.nload this gun and do the high jump, blasting down this bar he raised.nguitar string around the neck; a fitting end, wouldn't you say?nof course, it's playful - all in jest - this jealousy, i do declare, the best will get what's coming to him.nbecause he's so much better in flannelette, all the girls are getting wet; an urban cowboy herding his cattle. nand his songs vocalise to great effect, how he's longing to connect.nso get down on your knees and pray to take him screaming.