Time has told me there's not enough of it
for me to make [bad word] list
of the things you do that make me lose my grip

Whether you are wearing shirts and pants
or performing your naked y dance
we both know that I don't stand a chance

If you were the army I'd be the first one to enlist
I can't resist

I try hard to remain in control
but I cannot be held accountable
for those things you do that cut me to my soul

Like when I catch you reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
I can't resist