A Mind Of Her Own

Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child

When you've said it to yourself

We are at war, how dare you turn on me now

Right when I need you most

I wish, I could have seen their faces

When they heard the news

Now that's the sort of smack

That leaves a bruise

The victory is ours at last

I beat them at their own dirty game

They pervert the words of godly men

For their own selfish gain

I took their wrong

And I took their lies

And I made them right

I made them right

Oh, look who it is, it's my supportive wife

And she thinks she's going to squeal

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Don't you walk away from me

You put down that telephone

You're not calling anyone

You put down that telephone

You're not calling anyone

You put down that telephone

You're not calling anyone

You're not calling anyone