Macy Gray Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Related To A Psychopath

Like hot wings with hot chocolate in here, u-huh

Cold like in my isolation said

In the winter, we're kissing mysteries

Take the weather man and throw him away. hey hey

Now there's a desert and I need it to rain

You are so good at keeping me company.

You are related to a psychopath

Your own mother is in therapy

You must be real fuck up

You're related to a psychopath.

Noah's elephants are leaving the ark, in haste

They're in the up side of my manic depressive state

We get to sing in three part harmony.

I try to walk away

I choke and I stumble

I'm fly and that's all it tells when I mumble

You are so good at keeping me company.

You are related to a psychopath

Your own mother is in therapy

You must be real fuck up

You're related to a psychopath.

It never adds up when you do your math

You are related to a psychopath

Yes, I'm real fuck up

You're related to a psychopath.

Education is slow

And it's what it keeps me in

When my mind chooses to roll

I feel it just begins

Just when I get attached it ends

And to say I'd rather remain a psycho.

Got to feel this dance in my head, I said

Life is butter won't you be my bread

You are so good at keeping me company.

You are related to a psychopath

Your own mother is in therapy

You must be real fuck up

You're related to psychopath.

It never adds up when you do your math

You are related to a psychopath

Yes I'm real fuck up

You're related to a psychobpath.

A psychopath

I am demented

A psychopath

My life is twisted

You are related to a psychopath

Your own mother is in therapy

Yes I'm real fuck up

You're related to a psychopath.

Life is butter won't you be my bread, 

Did you hear what I said?