(Springfield)

Lust shows her pretty face and cupid hits his mark

and I have no time to say

I am not ready for this

Insipid smile on my face and a dumb remark, I trip,

slip, slide over the precipice

I got the right map baby but the wrong direction

I'm staring at the TV set trying to right this wrong

I didn't cast my vote, it was a fixed election

Somebody tripped the switch and the light came on



Now I can't make it stop, I cant make it stop, I cant make it stop



It's true and I can't explain

just what makes her so different



I should feel wonderful, but I don't feel wonderful

And I don't want to carry this weight myself

You tell me I look bad

Hey what do you mean by that?

Cause I'm addicted and I can't help myself



My wing and a prayer nose dives into the street

and the hang the disturbed sign outside my door

I twist my fingers and I shuffle my feet

My friend Dr. Robert said there is no cure

I got the right rat baby but the wrong disection

I'm staring at the TV set trying to write this song

I didn't seek this mountain or this insurrection

I just entered somewhere beautiful I don't belong



I can't make it stop, I can't make it stop, I can't make it stop

It's true and I can't explain just what makes her so different



I don't want this, fucked up pearl, I cannot take this

She must be the one