Got My Number - Ben Weasel

What makes you think you’ve got the right

To get me all worked up for you each night?

You’ve got my number, and I don’t know what to do

'Cause I’ve been left here black and blue

I guess you took me down a peg

Is this the part where I’m supposed to beg?

Well, when I’m in this state, I don’t know what to do

'Cause I’ve been left here black and blue

Call the rockets back, I’m turning back to you

Shouting out the answers in advance to you

It’s the pop that makes you dance

In a melancholy trance

As I’m crawling back to you

What makes you think I’m gonna bite?

Could it be all the times I proved you right?

You’ve got me dead to rights, I don’t know what to do

'Cause I’ve been left here black and blue

I twist and toss and turn and fall apart for you

And I’ve gotta turn it off

Yeah, I’ve gotta turn it off

Yeah, I’ve gotta turn it off

But I wanna turn it up