Deciding from the whispers your eyes tell me,
You're inviting everyone to your heart's deli.
There, they can find a really good deal,
on the layers of heart, you're letting them peal.
I swear by my name, I'll help get you out.
Exploiting your heart, isn't what love's about.
I'm not meaning to make enemies or tell you
what to do.
My irratation and my vexation are because
I love you.
So when your heart's deli finally wraps up,
run back to me and I'll fill your cup.