Lyrics

Do you do the things you do the way you do?
You do it on purpose, yeah. You do to me.
And do you choose those words you use, the way you lay them in a row for me to find.
So #$%@^ kind of you.
But I cannot be downed and broken so easily
I'm not your token to bring back home and place my head above your fireplace.

'Cause I'm not wrapped around your finger.
Around your little finger.
Around your pinky-ring.
No no never me.
The way you stare and turn your hair and your body around like there's nobody standing there to see.

Here in my shelter made of stone I sit alone.
I call it my home and here I'll sleep until forever and wake upon the dawn of never.

'Cause I'm not wrapped around your finger.
Around your little finger.
Around your pinky-ring.
No no never me.
The way you stare and turn your hair and your body around like there's nobody standing there to see.