You've got a problem with your lies, you've got me lieing for you You've got a problem there's no disguise, you've got me crying for you You tell me, you can't see But I just can't seem to get it through you're onto me And I don't like what's on the radio and No I don't like singing the songs that you know Though I don't show And I don't like the colour of my hair and No I don't like the selfish way that you share It's so unfair, It's unfair You've got a lot of things to learn, you just can't let it go and You've got to give without return you just can't let it go You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's Automatic You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's Automatic You've got a problem with your lies, you've got me lieing for you You've got a problem with comprimise, you've got me trying to lose You tell me, you can't see But I just can't seem to get it through you're onto me And I don't like what's on the radio and No I don't like singing the songs that you know Though I don't show And I don't like the colour of my hair and No I don't like the selfish way that you share It's so unfair, It's unfair You've got a lot of things to learn, you just can't let it go and You've got to give without return you just can't let it go You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's Automatic You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's Automatic