Rum Rage Sticky Fingers

[Verse 1]
It takes a beaten up animal to put 'em all away
Rushin' me around and a-sendin' me astray
Don't you lie to me, yes, we finally
Got a handle on the doors that we open and shut
Packin' up my suitcase 'cause I'm going far away
I'm going to a place where the credit cards
Don't decline on me, yes, we finally
Got a handle on the doors that we open and shut

[Chorus]
She took her time
Took my mind
But forget mine
Me and my frame of mind
We took our time
But she took mine

[Verse 2]
And we're remotely secluded in this faraway place
Heading to a land where everything is okay
Don't think, suddenly, that you and me
Got a handle on the doors that we open and close
Can you take a little time, ego balance your ways?
'Cause everything we do and we put on display
Maybe you and me are a little the same
So what do you think of what we've made?