Bulletproof

If you think you're bulletproof, you're right

Because you've weathered all my slings and arrows well

If you think I'm paranoid, that's fine

Cause I've got evidence on my side

If you want to come over tonight

That's fine, because I have no plans

Please, be kind, don't drop the rock on me

How many blows to the belly will this thing take

That we refer to as our true love

We both know it's dead and it's been dying for some time

But we refuse to let it go

Please, be kind, don't drop the rock on me

Don't go outside and discover that you like being free

Cause if you did

You'd be dropping the rock on me