Colony 5 - Psycho Blonde

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