Count to 1, 2, 3 and my eyes turn green cause I'm a psycho Legs still are made and I rig my ugly hair cause I'm a psycho As long as nothing goes wrong I'll go on and on being nice to all those men But it's easy, the count to 1, 2, 3 Then my evilness is laid out and you're soaking free Let's go! I met a little girl and my head's in a whirl over her My heart keeps beating and I try to think of what to tell her But if she ever leaves me, if she does, I'll weep over her She did and she's gone but my life goes on and on And I don't know, well I don't know what to tell her As long as nothing goes wrong I'll go on and on being nice to all those men But it's easy, the count to 1, 2, 3 Then my evilness is laid out and you're soaking free But it's easy, the count to 1, 2, 3 Then my evilness is laid out and you're soaking free Free, free, that's all