So why don’t you shed your skin?   Recoil back into your den!   And when you leave fifteen drops of venom in my veins    Don’t look so innocent!   I see your seething fangs!      But what, what’s that sound?!    (Get down, get get down!)   You gotta speak a little louder now.   Does it move you?   Does it touch you?   I can’t trust you at all      And now a tense exchange of heated words and feigned insinuations.   What could you have to say?   You’ve no intent to change>>   So I’ll accept your invitations with no intention to attend.      You bring out the worst in me.