Scared
It's not you
It ain't you
He's the one who can take out my trash
He's the one who can scratch on my back
He's the one who don't give you flack
About what I do, and it's not you baby
It's not you
It ain't you
He's the one who can love me tender
He's the one who can fix up my blender
He's the one don't give a hoot
About what I do, and it's not you baby
He's the one who can…(sizzle)
He's the one who can…(pant).
He's the one who don't give a hoot
'bout what I do, and
For the First Time
Time, time and again I see you staring down at me
Now, then and again I wonder what it is that you see
with those Angry Eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
with those Angry Eyes
You want to believe that I am not the same as you
And now I can't conceive, oh Lord, of what it is you're trying to do
with those Angry Eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
with those Angry Eyes
What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
with those Angry Eyes
You and I must start to realize
Blindness binds us in a false disguise
Can you see me through those Angry Eyes?
You try to defend that you are not the one to blame
But I'm finding it hard, my friend, when I 'm in the deadly aim
of those Angry Eyes
Well, I bet you wish you could cut me down
with those Angry Eyes
What a shot you could be if you could shoot at me
with those Angry Eyes