I've Got Go Get Out of This Horrible Trap
(That You Call Your Love)

Pretty baby, my mistaken lady,
Don't be thinking that now,
Just because we've gone electric,
I'm lenient enough to allow:

The constant tormenting monitoring
My every thought and desire.
I had to stop and think about it,
To remember which one is the liar.

But my words were real,
I only had to look at you to feel,
That every moment would always replay in surreal.

And I got to get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
I got to be sure and I got to move fast
To escape your killer love.

I gotta get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
I'll see no more evil,
I'll hear no more crap,
I'll exorcise your love.

Pretty baby, prescious baby,
Darling little jewel,
Everytime I'm with another lady
I finish up thinking of you.

Ignore the burning I feel returning,
Trying so hard not to see:
That you carried me in your ass pocket,
And that was the right place for me.

Cos there's still no way,
That you are ever gonna stay,
Out of my mind just for one day.

And I got to get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
I've got no defenses, my resistance's been sapped,
All my friends say enough is enough.

I gotta get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
Give me shock treatment and a couple of slaps,
A zap to lift me out of the lap of your love.

I've got to get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
I got no conclusions, my illusions been trashed,
My head is bashed,
My heart is slashed - stiletto love.

I've got to get out of this horrible trap
That you call your love.
Gimmee shock treatment and a couple of slaps,
A zap to lift me out of the lap of your love.


© copyright 1997 Chris Giunta