Well you invite me in Then shut me out into the cold. Well I'm so sick of knocking on your door. You always think you're right but you never try to see What's on the other side of the door. You gotta make up your mind. This isn't the price is right. Or do you have something to hide? Or can you really not make up your mind? Is it really that hard To think of someone else? Or can you only think of yourself? You beg me to come back to you And as soon as I even reply You act like I just said a big lie. Well i'm so sick and tired of trying to read your mind. How am I to know what you think When you don't even know yourself inside, When you don't even know your own mind. Sometimes when I sleep I pray that when I wake You will have escaped my memories You spin me round and round And hold me right down To the bottom of your heart. You gotta make up your mind, This isn't the price is right. Or do you have something to hide? Or can you really not make up your mind? Well Im so sick and tired of trying to read your mind How am I to know what you think When you don't even know yourself inside, When you don't even know your own mind? Oh what do you hide? When you hide? What's inside? What's inside? What do you hide? When you hide? What's inside? What's inside? Well you invite me in Then shut me out into the cold.