Mind yourself
Please, mind yourself

My fingers spend their time
Gallopin' these strings, oh, my fingers spend their time
Gallopin' these strings and
When he walks, I laugh
But when he crawls, you cringe

To mind yourself
Please, mind yourself

'Cause I'm busy with the threat
To sow this vacant little cave beneath my breast
Beneath my breast
So mind yourself
Please, mind yourself