Well, you got through my door
Well, I've been through this be fore
Yeah, you went through my home
But you won't ever get it with me
You missed a car for a soul
You don't like rock and roll
Now, don't fuck with your self -control
And you won't ever get it with me
I won't let you sing for me
I know you don't get hungry
Well you read through my stuff
To constitute a very cool dude
And won't ever get with me
You went through my wardrobe
Dressed me up in women's clothes
You won't ever get with me
I won't let you sink for me
And I know you don't get harmony
Oh, Lord, I know you don't care,
I won't let you sleep on me
And I know you don't get harmony
And I know you don't get harmony
And I know you don't get harmony