Honey, I think you lied to me underneath those summer skies.   Rubbing it in with a slight touch of sin to reason my wildest desires.   Now, you can do anything that we did last summer with a different beat and a brand new drummer.   I must have been asleep at the wheel while you were changing your song.   You rubbed it in all wrong.      You rubbed it in all wrong.   Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand.   Time for me to move along.   You rubbed it in all wrong.      I don't know who you think you are.   But, I sure know who you ain't.    I've got a notion you've been using bad lotion.   That's starting to peel of my paint.   You've been a making you rounds all over this town.   I hear your getting ready for a new look back.    Time for me to say good-bye.   I hung around too long.   You rubbed it in all wrong      You rubbed it in all wrong.   Honey I ain't your man you got sand in your hand.   Time for me to move along.   You rubbed it in all wrong.      (TALK)   Put a little right there.   ahh Honey you got sand in your hand.   Swich hands for me.   That's much better.   You got it baby keep on rubin'