I've Got Your Number

Don't put this note by your face on the pillow

Don't put this letter in the pocket near your heart

Keep it in the bottom drawer where you hide the sex tools

I pray you always need them

I know what you have done

I know what you have done

Throwin' advice like grenades at the table

You're spinnin' your wisdom in stories that change

Your lies are fluorescent my baby faced angel

Grow a fuckin' heart love

I know what you have done

I know what you have done

I've got your number

I've got your number

I've got your number

I've got your number

I've got your number

You've got my number