Stop

You think you're lovely
I know that you're wrong
God made me ugly
So don't string me along
Give me the good stuff
I'll leave you the rest
Send me the good stuff
I'll put you to the test

I'm going to stop
Messing around
Cause what have I found
On the dirty ground

You think I'm stupid
And I know that you're right
Or else why would I lie here
In this big hollow night
Did god make it easy
So easy on you
Were you sent here to please me
Well it won't get you through

Cause I'm going to stop
Messing around
Cause what have I found
On the dirty ground

You're going to stop
Messing around
Cause what have you found
On the dirty ground

Are we going to stop?
Are we going to stop?
Are we going to stop?