She's like a reflex, making your knees bend back It's automatic and unconditional Breathing all of your secrets, oh It's problematic, but once you've had it You can never get back the way You used to be, it's harder to breathe No you can never get back the way You used to be before she came And now she's on top You're having second thoughts But she won't stop It's a little out of hand One night stand up, Nothings right now And when the light's out Under your breath you confess She's got to go Everything's backwards, you are the apparatus It's acrobatic, untraditional The perfect shape of a perfect love It might be plastic but once you've had it I can't pretend, that I'm in control. And it's sinking in, that she's got to go