Oooh, you make me,
oooh you make me,
oooh you make me though I can't say how or why
my will was a bird until I learned to let it lie
oooh, you make me act the way I do
no choice just your tone of voice, it seems to want me to
oooh you make me tense up inside
once chased by this bitter taste as I swallow my pride
ooh I can't see any other way
it's cruel still I trust that you strictly rule will come one day
oooh you make me x7