Say stop with the one hand, go with the other
Stroke your fingers through my hair
Leave me alone but stay in the next room
But don't act like I sent you there

You're making me crazy
You're giving me deja vu

You love to count fatalities
Embrace your dirty thoughts
Why can't we live like magazines
Break the rules and not get caught?

You're making me crazy
You're giving me deja vu

I must admit it's the same plot

Yeah, it's kind of hot
But I feel like I'm turning into someone I'm really not
I walk around town with my hat pulled down
Within my mind's eye cried tears of a clown, now
It's the most spectacular
I'm blacker than Blackula
All twilight's night spotlight
You try to tell a child that your style's brand new
But it's just another case of deja vu
True
You're making me crazy
You're giving me deja vu