I know your whereabouts, unhappily
You know my weakness is my sympathy
The crust in your temperament
Don't wash with me
I scrub at the base of it with vaseline

What's come over me
What's come over me
What's come over me
What's come over me

Coming down on myself too easily
Packing those stairs away could visibly
Be the most hurtful thing you did to me
How can you sleep with me so silently

What's come over me?
What's come over me
What's come over me
What's come over me

Licking up like a cat on your filthy mat
I like to live with my head in your lap
I don't like to need that, I don't like to need that
I don't like to need that, I don't like to need that
Walking your muddy feet on my carpet
What's come over me?
There's no charge, hurry up and find out who you are

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Writer(s): ANGELA RUTH HART, CAMERON ANDREW MCVEY, KEITH HOPWOOD