Something wicked In the air, I don't like it much lately Black silhouette of a girl round your neck In a tear gas dream Right out Of your mouth You say to me Darling, I would never mess around with poison ivy But the girl down the street Has your name on the back of her Cut off jeans Dirty fingers through my hair God give me just one reason to trust you Watch her walk down dirty halls Don't you know how your eyes betray you All at once I hear a voice say I can't give him what he needs But the girl down the street Has his name on the back of her Cut off jeans And the girl down the street Has a knife in her teeth Pointed right at me