'm utterly at your whim
All of my defenses down
Your camera looks through me
With its X-ray vision
And all [bad word] aground
All I can manage to push from my lips
Is a stream of absurdities
Every word I intended to speak
Wind up locked in the circuitry

No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking [bad word] automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
Automatic
Automatic

What is this madness
That makes my [bad word] And my legs too weak to stand
I go from sadness
To exhilaration
Like a robot at [bad word] My hands perspire and shake like a leaf
Up and down goes my temperature
I summon doctors to get some relief
But they tell me there is no cure
They tell me

No way to control it
It's totally automatic
Whenever you're around
I'm walking [bad word] automatic
All of my systems are down
Down down down
Automatic
Automatic