From the Albums:
* Face it
* Last blast of the century
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..?