Six fours make ninety eight
You`re not gonna get it
I was told but I left it too late
You`re not gonna get it
I changed all the numbers I left behind
You`re not gonna get it
It was easy to change my stride - so what?
I know what you want but you`re not gonna get it...
Sevens into fifty two
You`re not gonna get it
I`ll take fifty, you take two
You`re not gonna get it
Don`t look with those pleading eyes
You`re not gonna get it
I might tell you - I might just lie - so what?