Crowded کے بول

You know you don't have to tell me What it is makes a man angry But what you do have to tell me What it is that you think there is to laugh about Standing here waiting for an explanation Seems like a waste of time Try to see how much you can get away with You might get away with anything you'd say I don't know your mind You can take what's mine, you can share my bed You can go where I go, you can cry when I'm dead But you don't get nothing 'til you tell me what's in The back of your mind You're somebody special Or I won't let you be with me And I don't like to get angry But it's my habit of taking things seriously I know what you do when I'm not around you To see you're doing right I got evil in mind but I wouldn't put it past you Your silence shows that you won't disclose Just what's in your mind