(Rick Springfield)

Lust shows her pretty face then Cupid hits his mark
And I have no time to say
I’m not ready for this
Insipid smile on my face and a dumb remark, I trip,

slip, slide over the precipice
I got the right map baby but the wrong direction
Staring at the TV set Trying to right this wrong
I didn’t cast my vote it was a fixed election
Somebody tripped the switch and the light came on
Now I can’t make it stop. It’s true and I can’t explain
Just what makes her so different
I should feel wonderful, but I don’t feel wonderful
And I don’t want to carry this weight myself
You tell me I look bad
Hey what do you mean by that
‘Cause I am addicted and I can’t help myself
My wing and a prayer nose dive into the street
And they hang the “disturbed” sign outside my door
I twist my fingers and I shuffle my feet
My friend Doctor Robert said there is no cure
I got the right rat baby but the wrong dissection
I’m staring at the TV set trying to write this song
I didn’t seek this mountain or this insurrection
I just entered somewhere beautiful I don’t belong
I can’t make it stop
It’s true and I can’t explain just what makes her so different
I don’t want this, fucked up pearl, I cannot take this
She, she must be the one