Don’t Get Me Goin’ Meat Loaf

Well, I see you lookin’ out now across the room
I know just what you’re thinkin’ ‘cause I thought that too
You’re gettin’ too close, you’re steppin’ on my toes
You’re thinkin’ that you will and I’m thinkin’ that you won’t
You’re tryin to get you some that don’t belong to you
Whatever you do—don’t

You’re sittin’ in a corner on a saturday night
You got your baby on your left and maybe on your right
You’re never ever happy, never satisfied
Now you get to stick your fingers in another cherry pie
Keep your hands to yourself, this one’s mine
Whatever you do—don’t

Don’t even think it
Don’t even try
Don’t make me do it—baby, I ain’t lyin’
I came here to dance
I didn’t come to fight
You’re messin’ with my woman—oh, you’re messin’ with my life

Before [we] settle in a parking lot
You better stop and get gettin’ into what I got
You’re messin’ with my mean, you’re heatin’ up my hot
Don’t be stupid startin’ somethin’ you can’t stop
I’m only gonna tell it to you one more time
Whatever you do—don’t