Sangtekst: Pedro The Lion. A Mind Of Her Own.

"Dear, unlock the door, you're acting like a child. When you said it yourself, we are at war. How dare you turn on me now, right when I need you most.

I wish I could have seen their faces when they heard the news. Now that's the sort of smack that leaves a bruise.

The victory is ours at last, I beat them at their own dirty game. They perverted the words of godly men, for their own selfish gain. I took their wrong and I took their lies, and I made them right, I made them right.

Oh, look who it is. It's my supportive wife and she thinks she's going to squeal. Hey where do you think you're going? Don't you walk away from me. You put down that telephone, you're not calling anyone. You put down that telephone, you're not calling anyone. You put down that telephone, you're not calling anyone, you're not calling anyone."