Well just slow down, come on, look me in the eye
Look me brown, tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Well don't go down, throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Well your girlfriend made me itch
And though I keep you in mind I would be happy to switch
I don't know where you got that voice
But I would sell it to London if you gave me the choice
And tick those old coals and those red bows
Though you're a scrawny pup I would be happy just to cheer you up
Oh yes, oh well, yeah, just slow down, come on, look me brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down, throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
You got nothing I wish to steal
Cause I got nothing to give you on account of Lucille
She don't walk like a cripple should
Well she's Columbia's finest, oh she's better than good
Oh Wednesdays, DJs came in sideways
Devin for the mother of the sister and the brother of all oddities
Well just slow down, come on, look me brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down, throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Well just slow down, come on, look me brown
Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave
Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe
Don't go down, throw your arms around
Every little psycho that you happen to see
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Well you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to me
Oh