Stress can breed a psychopath You’re all that calms me down I forget that I’m a mess when you’re around Please can you be home tonight Say its not over yet My human tranquilizer My pretty percocet I’ve got ants in my pants unless its you in them instead Oh baby I was a faker before you Tomorrow brings a busy day Its overstuffed with time I need to hear you breathing on the line And you can be closed minded If you have open arms Why can’t I ever work my wily charms on you? And you still weren’t home when I dialed up the phone in the evening So I’m twiddling thumbs and I’m wondering what’s this I’m feeling I may be strong below the belt But not with what I thought and felt That blissful knight I knelt Between your legs Between our heads Between our hearts I was a faker before you.