Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Rick Springfield
Lust shows her pretty face and cupid hits his mark
And I have no time to say
I am not ready for this
Insipid smile on my face and a dumb remark
I trip, slip, slide over the precipice
I got the right map baby but the wrong direction
I'm staring at the TV set trying to right this wrong
I didn't cast my vote, it was a fixed election
Somebody tripped the switch and the light came on
Now, I can't make it stop
I can't make it stop
I can't make it stop
It's true and I can't explain
Just what makes her so different
I should feel wonderful, but I don't feel wonderful
And I don't want to carry this weight myself
You tell me I look bad
Hey what do you mean by that
Cause I'm addicted and I can't help myself
My wing and a prayer nose dives into the street
And they hang the "disturbed" sign outside my door
I twist my fingers and I shuffle my feet
My friend Dr. Robert said there is no cure
I got the right rat baby but the wrong dissection
I'm staring at the TV set trying to write this song
I didn't seek this mountain or this insurrection
I just entered somewhere beautiful I don't belong
I can't make it stop
I can't make it stop
I can't make it stop
It's true and I can't explain
Just what makes her so different
I don't want this f**ked up pearl
I cannot take this she must be the one