You make me wanna slam my head against the wall
You make me do the limbo
You make me wanna buy a slurpee at the mall
You make me watch the gong show
Theres really something kinda strange about you, baby, but I cant exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me

You make me wanna hide a weasel in my shorts
You make me wanna phone home
You make me wanna write a dozen book reports
Then pack myself in styrofoam
Sometimes you make me want to build a model of the eiffel tower out of belgian waffles

You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me

(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me

You make me wanna hang out in a trailer park
Then take my hamster to the beach
You make me wanna do my laundry in the dark
And use a recommended bleach
When Im with you I dont know whether I should study neurosurgery or go to see the care bears movie

You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me

(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me

Thats what you do to me
Thats what you do to me
Thats what you do to me
You make me wanna break the laws of time and space
You make me wanna eat pork
You make me wanna staple bagels to my face
Then remove em with a pitchfork
You know theres something quite unusual about you but I cant exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
Thats what you do to me

(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what, what you do to me

(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do-do-do-do-do to me

(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do
(you make me) thats what you do to me