Lyrics: Balls

I’ve been waiting to talk to you
So I can tell you what I’m gonna do
But you always seem to disappear
When I’ve got something to say
I’ve been writing my speech at night
Got the attitude and the syntax right
But the phone rings, I hear your voice
And the words just slip away

You’ve got a lot of nerve to be calling here
But I love your nerve
You’ve got a lot of gall, you don't even care
About me at all
You’ve got a lot of balls, you don’t even care
Wish I could grow a pair

I’ve been seeing a couple men
But they’re like me so I don’t want them
They have feelings, they have morals
A conscience and a soul
I’ve been seeing a pattern here
How you get lost when I get too near
Then you come around maybe once a week
Like some guys go out to bowl