"You’ve got the wrong man"   or so a snow leopard said   You wouldn't want him on your head      Break through flakes   and cocaine takes   your head      "You’ve got the wrong man"   or so a snow leopard said   You wouldn't want him in your bed      Raise the stakes   and sell the hate   to art      "You’ve got the wrong girl"   that she repeated again   You wouldn't want her in your head      Transfuse your muse   descend your friend   and run      I can tell   you wouldn't do it again   You wouldn't return a friend      But where can you   go from here   but hell       Break through flakes   And cocaine takes   What it takes   What it takes   Your head