The pillows feel like rocks
A chained-down insane electric
Shock-proof kind of handcuff locks
You, baby, look me in the eyes
Tell me I committed myself to this
For my own good
Cause I bet you can't
On my bed
There's no such thing as messy covers
I'm straight-laced facedown imprisoned
Lovers with psychologists
(Take me now, fuckers!)
You, baby, touch me on my heart
And try to tell me that I am crazy
While covering your mouth
Cause I bet you can't
Yes, you, baby, baby
Label me as what you want
I dare you to prove I'm crazy
I swear to God you're wrong
Cause on my bed
There's a whole hell of a lot of people
Trying to tell me I've gone insane
And baby, I think they're the crazy ones
Cause you and I are right as rain