Don't turn around, I'm sick and I'm tired of your face. Don't make this worse, you've already gone and got me mad. It's too bad I'm not sad, it's casting over, it's just one of those things, you'll have to get over it. When I was feeling down, you'd start to hang around, and then I found your hands all over me. And that was out of bounds, you filthy rotten hound, it's better than it sounds, believe me.