P Is for Psycho

You always told me you were on my side and I believed you
You would be my bride
You always played me like a dancing fool
I guess I'm really not that cool as a cucumber
Impressive as a prince
You had me undressed and fancying myself like this
Dumb as an ox
I couldn't get a Hollywood ending
You broke my will and left me all alone to do my own mending

On my own
On my knees
You think a rack and a smile license you to do what you please
I felt my tear drops welling up again
A putz like me will never win one for the gipper
Take me to the highest court
You're batting a thousand and I keep coming up short
I should have known I'd never take your cake
You drop the lid and never wait for the inevitable shake

Your middle name is trouble
I should have known you were trouble
You offer mysterious devices
I never should have settled for your black market spices
And every second longer you're a happening crisis
And I don't really care what your new wave advice is
'Cause I don't think a cougar is as nice as a cheetah is to you
Do you

Psycho as Norman Bates in my bathroom
Breaking up the mirror
Seven more years of bad luck in the shower
Don't shave again with that razor
It's leaving a mark!
You're leaving a mark!
My neck looks like a laser blasted my throat
You really get my goat. You're a breezy little grace note
You're a buoy
A swimming pool float
You win the election without my vote
You're a tugboat
You're a tugboat



Credits
Writer(s): Drew Bancroft
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