You Make Me

You make me want to slam my head against the wall
You make me do the limbo
You make me want to buy a Slurpee at the mall
You make me watch the Gong Show
There's really something kinda strange about you, baby,
But I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

You make me want to hide a weasel in my shorts
You make me want to phone home
You make me want to write a dozen book reports
Then pack myself in Styrofoam
Sometimes you make me want to build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

You make me want to hang out in a trailer park
Then take my hamster to the beach
You make me want to do my laundry in the dark
And use a recommended bleach
When I'm with you I don't know whether I should study neurosurgery
Or go to see the Care Bears movie

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

That's what you do to me
That's what you do to me
That's what you do to me
You make me want to break the laws of time and space
You make me want to eat pork
You make me want to staple bagels to my face
Then remove 'em with a pitchfork
You know there's something quite unusual about you
But I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do-do-do-do-do to me

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do to me