Lyrics:

You should get your story straight before I start to doubt it Cuz if you've worn your lipstick off, I want to hear about it And telling me would be such a breeze, tell me if you want to leave I think I'm getting the drift You want some time with your friends On the nights and weekends You take the time for yourself Both of us used to spend Before you make it better Before you make it worse First things first I don't think it's an accident you treat me like a dummy Hold on, Hold on I've been asking for the truth at least just tell me something Hold on, Hold on And telling me would be such a breeze Let me know, don't let me be It's almost too easy I'm holding you by the hand More like the nape of your neck Why don't you draw up a list you have to frequently check? And put some things in order And lose it in your purse First things First