[JUNIOR and THE SUBTLE DISTINCTIONS]
You tell me that you love me
Then you throw me away
You compliment my singing
Then you say it's cliche
You cut out my heart
And served it on a buffet
And made me take it, take it baby
You got in the sandbox
But then you wouldn't play
You got me addicted
Then you took it away
You brought me to church
And you told me to pray
Until I couldn't take it no more
So now I'm showing you the door
Yea, yea so take it, take it baby
If you can dish it you can take it
Take it, take it baby
It's your turn to cry