You're the lightnin' striking my weather vane
You're all the crazy thoughts running through my brain
Took all the color color from my TV set
Woke up lest night know I was soaking wet
Tore out every page in my little black book
Other chicks I can't even look
I dried my clothes in the microwave
Sent my credit cards to an early grave
Oh baby causin' me to misbehave
Oh baby causein' me to misbehave
And baby with you it's a 110 in the shade
Caught you running naked in my neighborhood
Said you didn't but you did and I knew that you would
Baby tried to leave the house didn't use no door
Had the nerve to carve your initials in my bedroom floor