beck
fuckin' with my head
I ain't got no inclination give away my sweet sensation sleepin in an old toolshed scumbag cryin' on his pillow when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey found myself in New Orleans with a scarecrow in my jeans beat my forehead through the ceilin' drank my coffee with a hubcap...yeah when you want to be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head no no no no fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey devil's got your pantyhose on his head oh yeah, and he's robbin' me but all I got is cornbread well, you turn my body into a crutch and now I'm limpin' all over when I feel your touch...oh yeah Oooh... Oooh...rode up on my check-out boots runnin' wild on the bayou now talkin' on a walkie-talkie credit card glued to my hand...feels good when you wanna be with me, then we will see who's fuckin' with my head hey hey hey hey no no no no fuckin' with my head make me feel like an asshole I ain't got no soul I ain't got no soul no no no no no no no no no no no no.