Lo-s o needs no medic
Feels only queen
We'll try for for the one for Anglais
Just makes his deal
'Cause I say, "No! You're mine"
And I'll go on for I feel
I got the cross confusing man, yeah!
I got no more me, Uh!
'Cause I say you're either ready
He's got a voice
A wretched voice indeed
Prosthetic you, waiting to disrobe.

True right, try to shock me
Feeling like a seething head
God looks right through me
This is what you do to me
I see you're a choking hot wheel
Seeing opportunity
Guys done wheel to shark me
He's not me!
We're stuck in cartwheels
Feeling like a perfect nuclear
He's a real meat head
Why?

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): ROGER OSBOURNE