Lyrics

(One, two, three!) I got no looks Never know what cooks My brain don't work Ask for your number, but you treat me like a jerk I'm no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head Rather be half crazy than all-the-way dead My brain don't work So I do the jerk You wreck my world Everybody knows I never been with a girl But I'm no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head I'd rather be half crazy than all-the-way dead I got good looks But I know what cooks My brain don't work Ask for your number, but you treat me like a (jerk!) jerk Oh, I'm no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head, whoa Ain't no sicko, there's a plate in my head I'd rather be half crazy than all-the-way dead
Writer(s): Greg Cartwright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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