YEAH, RIGHT

You're talking like a sailor to me
Strutting like a peacock, proud
And I wonder suddenly,
"What should my reaction be this time?"

You smirk and you smirk and you smirk
And you think you know me, don't you
You don't know me
I've got news for you. You don't know me.

For how could you begin to know
When I don't even know myself?
All I really know
Is that what you're doing isn't working.

Won't work. Can't work. I won't let it work.
Just give up the act, won't you?
You're not getting to me.
No, not getting to me at all.

Man, you're getting to me.
On my nerves, I mean.
That's what I meant.
Don't tell me what I meant.