With or without me she plays And she comes two or three times a day She is born to love and lust Without that she crumbles to dust She is born to love and lust Without that she crumbles to dust
Therapy doesn't seem to work anymore It only adds to the hurt and the sore When we are out she makes me wear handcuffs She's far too much and not nearly enough
She never ever gives me room I fear I'll suffocate soon Psycho blonde -- I'm not your toy She never ever gives me room I fear I'll suffocate soon Find yourself another psycho boy
I begged her to get herself fixed I'm tired of games and I'm sick of tricks I had to move to stop seeing her again She has a way to crawl back into my head