Lately I’m a little bit prickly. Everything hurts when you fall in love hard enough, rock bottom doesn’t feel so bad. I wouldn’t quite call this bitchy–when I am on my best behavior I’ll fool you like a grown-up little girl who didn’t know how good she had it before. When desire walks through your door and all hell breaks loose times four, you’ll understand and maybe you won’t pull smooth maneuvers on your suitors anymore. Oh (chorus 1) Don’t you go getting my hopes up, girl. You’ll be sorry and so will I. Last thing either one of us needs is yet another reason to cry. I know that I’m your last in line. I oughtta know better than to call you mine. Say a flat out “no” to my face, that’s fine, but don’t get my hopes up, girl.
Lately I’m a pretty good swimmer– so far up the creek cuz I fell in love hard enough hot water doesn’t seem so dire, no. I must’ve quit paying attention, baby, I have to tell you the line is blurred pretty bad between the frying pan and the fire. When love sneaks up on you and fries your circuits through and through you’ll understand and maybe forgive me my trespasses, for I know not what I do. Oh, (chorus 2) Don’t you go getting my hopes up, boy. You’ll be sorry and so will I. I’m not one for second chances once you’ve made me cry. My dance card’s full, my waiting list is too backed up for shit like this. Go ahead and pretend that I don’t exist, but don’t get my hopes up, boy.
When desire walks through your door and all hell breaks loose times four, you’ll understand and maybe you won’t demand good manners from your lovers anymore. Oh, (chorus 3) Don’t you go getting my hopes up, love. You’ll be sorry ’til the day you die. I see you wishing on your star and wishes cannot lie. I make ’em too, or haven’t you heard, waste a few on you cuz I never did learn. I know courage is harder to show than concern, and you can’t steal fire and not get burned. I will try to hold out and wait my turn, but don’t get my hopes up, love.