Looking under my shoulder
Looking over a boulder
There was something I told her
About you

You where barefoot and baking
What was that you where making
There could be no mistaking
Up to

The point of exposure
You kept all your composure
Locked up in an enclosure
Out do

All your friends on the dance floor
Don't do moves that were last year
Jackie chan even knows more
Kung fu

And now you ask me for protection
But all you wanted was attention