Forehead Touch the Ground

Something 'bout you
I cannot pretend (I cannot pretend)
Something 'bout you
Can't get out my head (can't get out my head)

And if you do come back
May your forehead touch the ground
Again and again
And surely even then
Ain't no room for friends
And you know this, to the end
To the end

Ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-ooh (yeah)
Ooh-ooh, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah-oh (yeah)