Lyrics:

Nothing I can do, Now youre on your own Better make it good on the telephone I know how to make your hair stand up Are you hip to what its all about Must be something you can do To distinguish you from you Dont Let It Get To You All the puppets on the stage of life Wearing costumes, Someones husbands wife Wicked thoughts have been concealed from view Id die blushing if I only knew Must be something you can do To distinguish you from you Dont Let It Get To You Time to testify, Baby tell the truth Is my lifestyle really so uncouth Give me liberty or give me death Give me reason to get myself undressed Happy ending, Theyre satisfied You and I remain simply horrified Smiling pillars, Holier than thou Deviate, then take their bow This should come as no surprise, Its been happening right before your eyes Dont Let It Get To You