Hey girl, you’re talking with such a son of a bitch Hey girl, you’re walking with such a son of a bitch Hey girl, you’re dancing with such a son of a bitch Hey girl, you’re sleeping with such a son of a bitch Hey girl, why don’t you try to open your eyes And look inside the misery box Or will you decide to leave it like this Pretend it’s all right when it’s not You know that I wonder what you keep inside your misery box