¡Aikido! (Neurotic / Erotic)

I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you
Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, 'cause I’m obsessed with you
Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance
Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance
Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you
Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you
Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think
My insides cry «try thy finest» — why, then, am I at my brink?
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm
I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule’s filled
with
Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack
Triple-sec and Lexapro for second-guesses, drugs that heal
So we can touch instead of feel
Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you
Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you
Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic
I’m obsessed with you
Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm hm