No Me Paranoiqueen

I had a chat with a paranoid guy
And he got me paranoid (yeah)
If you don’t mind, I’m gonna ask for your autograph, he said,
And something bothered me,
I have a daughter who would freak out if she found out I’m with you,
So don’t tell her, I don’t want to be responsible for that,
Well dude, that’s a bummer, don’t be like that, like what? like what? what what?
It’s just the way you come close, the way you look at me,
I don’t even know what you asked me, but still, you got tangled up
With that really creepy vibe, that gave me, I don’t know, something,
I just feel like I want to punch you, hit a button
And make me disappear
Just because you asked if it bothered me,
Of course, there’s nothing in the world that bothers me more than being asked if I’m bothered,

The word 'bother' bothers me a lot (bothers me!)
And if a conversation starts with: am I bothering you? (of course!)
How could it not bother me? It bothers me a lot,
If the first thing you do to seduce me is annoy me,
Just imagine when we get to know each other, let’s translate this,
You’re a big invasive psychopath, who if I trust you, will leave my head...
Full of hysteria, full of fears, full of cracks, full of torment
Full of annoyances, full of silences, discomforts, bad memories.

In short, a bunch of crap memories,
Always with a paranoid, you have a ton of crap memories,
Always with a paranoid, you have a ton of crap memories, and guilt (guilt!)
Guilt, a kind of dental floss, you can’t see it but you feel it, it can’t be broken by anything
And it can cut you into a thousand pieces, even if you’re big, big and chubby,
And then you stick to other lives, you feel tiny, and you tremble from the cold,
Even when you’re warm, and it leaves me with the hell of going out,
You can’t... is everything about drinking? (is everything about drinking?) and how does this go on?

(If the war is between those who get laid and those who don’t,
Those who get laid want to get with those who don’t,
And those who don’t get laid get mad because what they want to get with wants to get with them,
And life can’t be like that, get laid or not get laid or less getting laid,
But let’s end this problem of having that paranoia that you’re coming to kill me, that you’re coming to rob me, that you’re coming to kidnap me,
If you want to hook up, just hook up with me already, hook up with me already but don’t rob me)

I want a dollar, I don’t want that, I’d rather give my life for a good cause, doesn’t matter, I’ll give it up, oh but don’t chase me for something like that, don’t follow me for something like that.
That they’re coming to get me, that they want to mock me, that they won’t let me talk, that they want to discard me, that everything’s gonna go wrong, why are you looking at me? I’m gonna trip, they’re coming from behind, I feel the chase that trans people feel
(I’m a little paranoid, I’m sorry...) just because I’m paranoid doesn’t mean they’re not following me, right? hehe.