If you think you're bulletproof, you're right   Because you've weathered all my slings and arrows well   If you think I'm paranoid, that's fine   Because I've got evidence on my side      If you want to come over tonight   That's fine, because I have no plans      Please, be kind, don't drop the rock on me      How many blows to the belly will this thing take   That we refer to as our true love?   We both know it's dead and it's been dying for some time   But we refuse to let it go      Please, be kind, don't drop the rock on me   Don't go outside and discover that you like being free   Because if you did   You'd be dropping the rock on me