I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I'm obsessed with you Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, 'cause I'm obsessed with you Rose mirages into vases, I don't stand a chance Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can't dance Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I'm obsessed with you Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I'm obsessed with you Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think My insides cry "try thy finest" - why, then, am I at my brink? Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack Triple-sec and Lexapro for second-guesses, drugs that heal So we can touch instead of feel Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I'm obsessed with you Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I'm obsessed with you Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic I'm obsessed with you Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm hm