Looking under my shoulder
Looking over a boulder
There was something I told her
About you
You where barefoot and baking
What was that you where making
There could be no mistaking
Up to
The point of exposure
You kept all your composure
Locked up in an enclosure
Out do
All your friends on the dance floor
Don't do moves that were last year
Jackie chan even knows more
Kung fu
And now you ask me for protection
But all you wanted was attention