Lyrics:

cos I'm the one who knows everyone bar ber que lungs none of you know what I'm thinking who on earth would believe a word that you say your disturbed in a strange facinated way your disturbed, I think your disturbed I've told you once to switch all the lights off you never believe that stay near the windowthe window phone me at 3 or 4 close the door (1, 2, 3, 4) phone me at 3 or 4 time for the math test I come over to you, at your chair you face up I reply politely stare back back I'm so backward I almost forgot why I'm sitting