You Cook My Brain In Your Favorite Pot


You Fry My Eggs Till They’re Sizzlin’ Hot


You Like To Give It Everythin’ You Got


And Everythin’s For Free, Everythin’ For Free


Make All The Girls At The Beauty Parlor


Jump Up And Down And Scream And Holler


Just Like A Lapdog On A Leash With A Collar


That’s What You’re Makin’ Me, That’s What You Make Outta Me


I Ain’t No Professor, I Ain’t Got No Degree


But I Sure As Hell Know How To Read


The Little Notes You Keep Sendin’


The Bottom Line Always Gets To Me


What Do You Mean?


Legalize, Legalize, Legalize Telepathy


Legalize, Legalize, Legalize Telepathy


You Always Go Where I Wanna Be Goin’


You Always Know What I Wanna Be Knowin’


You Always Do What I Wanna Be Doin’


Now Ain’t That Telepathy, With A Capital E.S.P..?