| She can be a bit dramatic I’m an addict
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| For the way she leaks the air out from my tires
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| I’m not saying I’m old fashion
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| But I’ve got this burning passion
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| For the way she likes to set my things on fire
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| She likes to cast me out to break me into little pieces
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| Yeah she loves to bring me down
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| She leaves me poison in the closet
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| Leaves me hatemail by the faucet
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| But there’s no one that I’d rather be around
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| If she’s a lunatic, then I’m crazy
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| She likes to tie me up and call me baby
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| There’s not a single thing about her I trust but
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| If psycho is as psycho does
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| I guess I’m psycho in love
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| Oooh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| She’ll drive my car into the river
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| Kick and scream till I forgive her
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| Then make me sleep out on the couch alone
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| She makes me breakfast in the morning
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| Kicks me out without a warning
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| Then follows me and wiretaps my phone
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| If she’s a lunatic, then I’m crazy
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| She likes to tie me up and call me baby
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| There’s not a single thing about her I trust but
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| If psycho is as psycho does
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| I guess I’m psycho in love
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| The girl’s schizophrenic
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| Her life is a panic unbalanced
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| And manic she’s crazy
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| The way things are going
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| There’s no way of knowing
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| The cards she’s been showing
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| She hates me
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| I’m not even sure who she is any more
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| But I know that I need her to stay
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| No I won’t let the doctors take her away
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| Oooh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| Oooh oooh
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| If she’s a lunatic, then I’m crazy
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| She likes to tie me up and call me baby
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| There’s not a single thing about her I trust but
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| If psycho is as psycho does
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| I guess I’m psycho in love
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| Oooh oooh |