Psycho Blonde - Colony 5

With or without me she plays

And she comes two or three times a day

She is born to love and lust

Without that she crumbles to dust

She is born to love and lust

Without that she crumbles to dust

Therapy doesn’t seem to work anymore

It only adds to the hurt and the sore

When we are out she makes me wear handcuffs

She’s far too much and not nearly enough

She never ever gives me room

I fear I’ll suffocate soon

Psycho blonde -- I’m not your toy

She never ever gives me room

I fear I’ll suffocate soon

Find yourself another psycho boy

I begged her to get herself fixed

I’m tired of games and I’m sick of tricks

I had to move to stop seeing her again

She has a way to crawl back into my head