My Psycho Chick

So everyone’s talking about the psycho chick they’ve loved

I’ve loved one too but it wasn’t she who was insane

‘Twas me my friend I was head over heels

Over head over heels over heels over head.

In love I smelled the flowers in the warm breeze

I was picturing us lying on blankets so soft

Laughing while I played with her hair

Oh this is too soppy to bear.

So I’ll get to the bottom line,

She rejected me and the world lost its shine.

But not really ‘cos then I realized

I loved her more for the way she made me feel

Not for who she was inside.

I loved her selfishly

Selfishly did I adore

That psycho chick did not need an encore.

She needed a total bore

A bore who would love her for who she was to the core.

But she had beautiful eyes

And if I still met her once in a while

Under her spell I may fall once again a prisoner

To go starry eyed

To feel the magic again, soaking up my spine.