The Pointer Sisters - Automatic

Look what you're doing to me I'm utterly at your whim All of my defenses down Your camera looks through me With its X-ray vision And all systems run aground All I can manage to push from my lips Is a stream of absurdities Every word I intended to speak Wind up locked in the circuitry Chorus: No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down Down down down Automatic Automatic What is this madness That makes my motor run And my legs too weak to stand I go from sadness To exhilaration Like a robot at your command My hands perspire and shake like a leaf Up and down goes my temperature I summon doctors to get some relief But they tell me there is no cure They tell me