Stop Weirding Me Out

Stop weirding me out
Stop weirding me out
Stop weirding me out
She was a hot smoking mama
On an ice cream summer
Till the worms came crawling out
She was a smooth operator
Till a couple days later
I knew what she was all about
Why, oh, why would you do this to me
Under your thumb’s where you want me to be
Don’t come around here
With that look on your face again
Stop weirding me out
I’m raising my hand
I’m taking a stand again
Stop weirding me out
Stop wasting your time
Trying to sell me a line
That I just don’t buy
Stop weirding me out
Stop weirding me out
Stop weirding me out
Stop weirding me out