Psycho Blonde

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

But only adds to the hurt and the sores

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 can't get help to get herself fixed

I'm tired of games, and i'm sick of tricks

I had to move to start seeing her again

She has her ways to crawl back into my head

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