What you try to do to me? 
It seems [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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