It Ought to Be Illegal

I used to have the strangest dream
Every night the same one
I'd come upon a quivering mess
Eventually became one

And you're the one responsible
The root of all my evil
Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

Your vacant stare, disheveled hair
Your quiet desperation
The changing moods and attitudes
The jubilation and elation

Heaven's raining down on me
The root of all my evil
Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

And the cops should come
And throw your ass in jail
The judge will take one look at you
And throw the whole damn book at you

I used to lead a peaceful life
You could say idyllic
I'm troubled as a troubled dog
In English not Cyrillic

Then you came from outer space
And caused all this upheaval
Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal
Whatever it is you're doing to me
It ought to be illegal

It ought to be against the law
You ought to be against the law
You ought to be against the law

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