Well just slow down, come on, look me in the eyeLook me brown, tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leaveWell she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believeWell don't go down, throw your arms aroundEvery little psycho that you happen to seeWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to meWell your girlfriend made me itchAnd though I keep you in mind I would be happy to switchI don't know where you got that voiceBut I would sell it to London if you gave me the choiceAnd tick those old coals and those red bowsThough you're a scrawny pup I would be happy just to cheer you upOh yes, oh well, yeah, just slow down, come on, look me brownTell Desdemona that I'm ready to leaveWell she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believeDon't go down, throw your arms aroundEvery little psycho that you happen to seeWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to meYou got nothing I wish to stealCause I got nothing to give you on account of LucilleShe don't walk like a cripple shouldWell she's Columbia's finest, oh she's better than goodOh Wednesdays, DJs came in sidewaysDevin for the mother of the sister and the brother of all odditiesWell just slow down, come on, look me brownTell Desdemona that I'm ready to leaveWell she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believeDon't go down, throw your arms aroundEvery little psycho that you happen to seeWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to meWell just slow down, come on, look me brownTell Desdemona that I'm ready to leaveWell she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believeDon't go down, throw your arms aroundEvery little psycho that you happen to seeWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to meWell you meant everything to them but you meant nothing to meOh