Oh No, what have you done?
I wrote you a list, with the things you should resist
My head’s in the wall now you’ve gone
You’ve gone and done them all

You’re crawling on a dirty floor
Vacuuming the dust, like you really really must
My head’s in my hands, now you’ve gone
You’ve gone and wrecked my plans

What happened to you this time?
Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine?

I’m writing you out of the book
Here comes the last paragraph
So take a setimental look
My head’s in my hands, now you’ve gone
Now you’ve gone

What happened to you this time?
Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine?
What happened to you this time?
Who rifled the soul from this friend of mine?

You know I’ll do everything I can
But my head’s in my hands
But my head’s in my hands
But my head’s in my hands
But my head’s in my hands
But my head’s in my hands