LYRICS

I’m sick of you, just to flirt,
nightly wildly with others romp.
I take extreme measures, leaving checks,
will soon catch another treason.

Chorus: (x2)
If you must, at night will not go to bed,
but your trail pitfalls will bet.

There is no sense to me fooling
and pretend that I respect.
finished with only this to last,
take extreme measures, leaving checks.

Chorus: (x2)

If you fall asleep at night will not,
only compromises for you to collect.
by stealth and deceit going to catch you,
not know it, right into the trap.

Chorus: (x2)