What the Hell you doin’ girl,
all up in my face.
Your the one who said you need,
your precious little space.

So I went out, and found someone,
to pass a little time.
While you were in some kind of space,
makin’ up your mind.

You been having sex with Mike,
I’m not some kind of jerk.
I saw his car parked in your drive,
as I drove pass to work.

What goes around, comes around,
now back out of my face,
Your intruding in the spot,
I set aside for Grace. 
 
And here she comes, she’s got my drink,
so baby step aside.
I’m not a man who stays at home,
and cries all God damn night.

Go back to Mike, he’s waiting there,
in your God damn space.
Buy that man a  drink,
is all that I can say.

So turn around, and walk away,
and dance the whole night through,
cause me, and Grace, are going home,
and I won’t think of you.