Don't come near me, I don't want to fall in love
And I can tell a hunter's gun from a glimmer in the brush
You watch TV while I see us growing old
And I can tell a price was bold from a wrinkle in the mold
I was struggling, I was looking for a time
Yeah, I can tell a sickly vine
From the smoothest glass of wine
Don't come near me, I don't want to see your face
And I can tell a hunter's gaze
In the way you'd say my name