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Chorus: Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho. So left but she’s right, though. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” She’ll make you curse, but she a blessing. She’ll rip your shirt within a second. You’ll be coming back, back for seconds With your plate. You just can’t help it. No, no, you’ll play along-ong-ong, Let her lead you on, on, on. You’ll be saying, “No, no,” Then saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” ‘Cause she messing with your head. Chorus: Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho. So left but she’s right, though. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Grab a cop gun, kinda crazy. She’s poison but tasty. Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away.” ‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” See, someone said, don’t drink her potions. She’ll kiss your neck with no emotion. When she’s mean, you know you love it. She tastes so sweet; don’t sugarcoat it. No, no, you’ll play along-ong-ong, Let her lead you on, on, on. You’ll be saying, “No (no, no, no), no (no, no),” Then saying, “Yes, yes, yes,” ‘Cause she messing With your head (oh, oh, oh). Chorus: Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho. So left but she’s right, though. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Grab a cop gun, kinda crazy. She’s poison but tasty. Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away.” ‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Bridge: You’re just like me, you’re out your mind. I know it’s strange, we’re both the crazy kind. You’re telling me that I’m insane. Boy, don’t pretend That you don’t love the pain. Chorus: Oh, she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Oh, she’s hot but a psycho. So left but she’s right, though. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.” Grab a cop gun, kinda crazy. She’s poison but tasty. Yeah, people say, “Run, don’t walk away.” ‘Cause she’s sweet but a psycho, A little bit psycho. At night she’s screaming, “I’m-ma-ma-ma out my mind.”