[b]Psycho Blonde[/b] - Album "Fixed" With, without me she plays And she comes to our free time today She is born to love and lust Without that, she crumbles to dust She is born to love and lust Without that, she crumbles to dust Therapy doesnt seem to work any more It's only traps to the heart and the sore When we are out she makes me wear handcuffs She's far too much and not nearly enough She never ever gives me room I fear I suffocate soon Psycho Blonde, I am not your toy She never ever gives me room I fear I suffocate soon Psycho Blonde, find yourself another psycho boy I begged on her to get herself fixed I'm tired of games and I'm sick of tricks I had to move to stop seeing her again She has a way to crawl back into my head She never ever gives me room I fear I suffocate soon Psycho Blonde, I am not your toy She never ever gives me room I fear I suffocate soon Psycho Blonde, find yourself another psycho boy