Muzeque the Masseuse

Take your hands off of me 'cause I can't stand it any longer, no

From the moment you walked in this room with your hands on your hips

Every bone in my body's been screaming for mercy from you

Was it something that I said that might have given you those

Afterthought blues?

Did you have a bad day or are things around here always this way?

Provocation by a fool seems to be your only reason for pain

Even though I haven't whispered a word, I've stifled my screams

You're angry with someone and I've become someone for you

Was it something that you read that may have given you those paper cut blues?

Did you have a rough night or are things 'round here always this tight?