That boy he drives me mad
he drives me up the walls
he drives me out the house
he drives me down the halls

No matter what I say
he always has his way
so day after day
were all just characters in his little play

But I know its all in vain
how I play his little game
I may not be the flame
but I'm the one to blame

Nothing more is just
for we all live in lust
but still in him I trust
I have no choice I must
because through all the lust, the distrust, and 'all the unjust

That boy he drives me to screws
he drives me to blues
he drives me furious
he drives me curious

That boy,
'he 'drives 'me.