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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Pointer Sisters
The Pointer Sisters
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
Songwriter
Mark Goldenberg
Mark Goldenberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brock Walsh
Brock Walsh
Producer
Richard Perry
Richard Perry
Producer
Glen Ballard
Glen Ballard
Producer
Michael Brooks
Michael Brooks
Recording Engineer
Bill Schnee
Bill Schnee
Mixing Engineer

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Look what you're doing to me I'm utterly at your whim All of my defenses down Your camera looks through me With its X-ray vision And all systems run aground All I can manage to push from my lips Is a stream of absurdities Every word I intended to speak Winds up locked in a circuitry No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down Down, down, down Automatic (automatic) Automatic (automatic) What is this madness That makes my motor run And my legs too weak to stand I go from sadness to exhilaration Like a robot at your command My hands perspire and shake like a leaf Up and down goes my temperature I summon doctors to get some relief But they tell me there is no cure They tell me No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down Down, down, down Automatic (automatic) Automatic (automatic) Automatic, automatic Automatic, automatic (automatic) Look what you're doing to me I'm utterly at your whim All of my defenses down Your camera looks through me With its X-ray vision And all systems run aground All I can manage to push from my lips Is a stream of absurdities Every word I intended to speak Winds up locked in the circuitry No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down Down, down No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around (automatic) I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down Down, down, down No way to control it It's totally automatic Whenever you're around (automatic) I'm walking blindfolded Completely automatic All of my systems are down
Writer(s): Mark Goldenberg, Brock Patrick Walsh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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