Noushi

There are certain things I'd love to say to you,
But first please have a seat
Or a narcotic or two.
These stress levels seem to be rubbing all over me.
And everyone's afraid of you, why can't you see that you're...

C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.!

I'm tightrope walking and you're on the other end.
Are those a pair of shears you're holding in your hand?
Tell me, will I be the only one that will be left?
Will I be forced to slave for you until my death?
Cause you're...

C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.

C. R. A. Z. Y.
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.
You're so

C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.!
You're so
C. R. A. Z. Y.