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From the Albums:
* Face it
* Last blast of the century
You cook my brain in your favorite pot
You fry my eggs till theyre sizzlin hot
You like to give it everythin you got
and everythins for free, everythin for free
Make all the girls at the beauty parlor
Jump up and down and scream and holler
Just like a lapdog on a leash with a collar
Thats what youre makin me, thats what you make outta me
I aint no professor, I aint got no degree
but I sure as hell know how to read
the little notes you keep sendin
The bottom line always gets to me
What do you mean?
Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy
Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy
You always go where I wanna be goin
You always know what I wanna be knowin
You always do what I wanna be doin
now aint that telepathy, with a capital E.S.P..?