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What you try to do to me?
It seems to come so naturally
How you annoy me
How you destroy me
And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
How's it fair, I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty riddles keen on me
You can lightly sling
Into my open heavy loving heart
First touch and kissy kissy

Slash-back razor days
The boys not to behave
Oh they're like hoodlums

Sick of themselves
And sick of their slums
Give everybody a gun
And put it on the television

That's Reality TV, I'd pay to see
Not lobotomized celebrities who want to be
Want to be the
Wow, money's the church, fame is the steeple
Everyone on the telly indoctrinate the people
Now I say though

What you try to do to me?
It seems to come so naturally
How you annoy me
How you destroy me

And everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
And chased by a cyclops
No ships I see

I owe more than I know to faces
Who never show the places off the hood
It's understood and obvious tomorrow
Free bags full of sorrow
First touch and kissy kissy

Slash-back razor days
The boys not to behave

Everywhere I'm walking like a cyclone
But don't mind me
It's not fair, I'm a magnet for psychos
And pretty little riddles keen on me
You can lightly sling
Into my open heavy loving heart
First touch and here you are

Where they put the Cyclops
That's where they put the Cyclops
That's where they put the Cyclops

What you try to do to me?
What you try to do to me?
You make me happy
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written by DOHERTY, PETER/WOLFE, PETER
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