You've got them trophies of selection
Hangin' all around your house
And then you kinda run make believe
And you're quiet as a little mouse
Who've seen this thing before
Two months spill 'em out, tell 'em what it's all about
And then you close the door
You've got that bad baby passion
Spinnin' round and round your lips
I've seen that preacher boy
Sashay a tattoo your hips
But you beat me to the floor
Stack 'em up, break 'em up, boom. just a little
But wait I think they're back for more
You're messin' with my brain
Oh if I didn't know the truth
It is gonna drive me insane
Just turn around comin' in the back door
Oh, yes I know what I'm crazy for
You better quit pulling my chain
You're messin' with my brain
Oh if I didn't know the truth
It's gonna drive me insane