Worse Things from Dirty Hands by Johnny Hollow

Once, when I was alone, I called you, and you weren't home
My heart fell, like a stone to the ground, to the ground, to the ground
To the ground, to the ground, to the ground

Why, when morn had dawned on me, and anger grew, like ecstasy
And Leda threw the swan on me, and I fell, to the ground, to the ground
To the ground, to the ground, to the ground

Don't say “I want you”, don't stay this way
Believe me, I wasn't trying to
Play the game, where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind

I could have broken you, I should have spoken for
you should have seen it was turning me on
Don't you know it's true?
There are worse things, perverse things
You should answer when the phone rings!
There are worse things I could do

Once, when I was all alone, I could not find the telephone
So, instead, I burned your pretty home
To the ground, to the ground to the ground

Oh, don't say “I want you”, don't stay this way
Believe me, I wasn't trying to
Play the game, where someone's to blame
I'll stay the same 'til you change your mind
And you'll change your mind

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