You can dress me up in diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts
Step up, sit down
Get ready, let me tell you who’s the boss now
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna dream (So you can incept me)
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna scream (So you can molest me)
You can meet me on an airplane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boomerang
I’ll come back and beat you up
Stay here, get out
Every time I turn around, you’re in my face
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna dream (So you can incept me)
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna scream (So you can molest me)
I’ve been waiting all my life to finally find you
Just so I can push you away
When you’re crawling over broken glass to get to me
That’s when I’ll let you stay
If that’s the way you want it
Well, there you go
But I want you to be here
Be here now with me
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna dream (So you can incept me)
You make me wanna lala
You make me wanna scream (So you can molest me)
(circa 1998)
