I can't believe we're still together.
Even after all these years.
I guess you can call it civil pride.
This selfish love that I hide, yeah.

Unhand me.
Unhand me, my ego.
Unhand me.

Unhand me.
Unhand me, my ego.
Unhand me.

You put your keys to her aid.
It doesn't sit so friendly.
I guess you can call it needle-eyed.
That pointy bar just won't fly.

Unhand me.
Unhand me, my ego.
Unhand me.

Unhand me.
Unhand me, my ego.
Unhand me.