I got your message today on my machine

And I’ll never erase it

I put the tape in my drawer

And I’ll never misplace it

And I know that I’ve gone too far, a mystagogue you are

And I don’t need your charity, I need hypnotherapy

And when I dropped you off at your house

My car retained a hint of your smell

I closed my eyes and swam in the atmosphere

Ingesting precious you

And I know that I’ve gone too far, a mystagogue you are

Now I don’t need your charity, I need hypnotherapy

I wrote a poem for you, drew a picture of you

Made a sculpture of you, wrote this song just for you

Got a tattoo of you, had a dream about you

Wrote a novel for you, and a screenplay too

Bought new outfits for you, got my hair cut for you

When I touch myself, it’s all about you