Hey Steven, I know you can be deceiving
But I know I saw a light in you
And as we filmed we were talking
I didn’t say half the things I wanted to
Of all the fans tossing rocks at your window
I’ll be the one waiting there even when it’s cold
Hey Steven, boy, you might have me believing
I will always have to be alone
‘Cause I can’t help it if you like the weeping angels
Can’t help it if I must be made of Flesh so
Come fix this sadness I’ve been feeling since I met you
Can’t help it if you kill Rory.
Mmm, you can help it sir.