Pity You

Pity you

You're telling me you've got a problem

A nervous sort of contraction

A mindless kind of reaction

You never get no satisfaction

Here's to you

I know you really got a problem

A nasty kind of reflection

A dangerous sort of destruction

That makes it difficult

Makes it hard to reach

Takes it all away

From what you had in mind

Yeah yeah yeah

A nervous kind of distraction

A nasty sort of contraction

But there's some big fat point

That you seem to be missing

And it's driving you to destruction

But it doesn't seem

To stop you in the least

Or halt this obsession got you

Going on back

Week after week

Day after day

Hour after hour

From where you came

For more of the same


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