Lyrics: Fred Webb/Cameron Warren
Music: Fred Webb/Cameron Warren
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
Momma, tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
When you say hello, no, I don't know where my mind goes
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
Momma, tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
When you say hello, no, I don't know where my mind goes
I throw caution to the wind
Then I wake up right next to you like "How did you get in?" Yeah
Baby, you should be a journalist
'Cause when we fight, you always try to spin the narrative, yeah
I know you're trouble, but I can't say no
You know I cave when you're emotional
Rotten to the core
No peace
No eye of the storm
Ooh, you got my head spun up like a cyclone
Momma, tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
When you say hello, no, I don't know where my mind goes
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
Momma, tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
When you say hello, no, I don't know where my mind goes
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
Momma, tell me why I'm a sucker for the psychos
You got my head spun up like a cyclone
When you say hello, no, I don't know where my mind goes