You used to capture my neck
In the noose of your arms
before passionately kissing me back
Back then you meant me no harm
But now you've placed me on a branch
Tied my hands, and left me standing on a leaf
Above 2 crocodile pits, and a thorn-filled trench
All 'cause I returned your heart; I'm not a thief
So as your rope vividly hangs overhead
I'm left with a dilemma, I have to choose
Between breaking your heart 'n' making you mad
But I'll make you happy and put my head in your noose
Maybe I should've always thought with my head
I'd have won, if I'd played by your rules
Though do remember me whenever you sad
Despite the tools, booze or blues