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