You've got a problem with your life You got me lyin' for you You've got problems, no disguise You got me cryin' for you You tell me you can't sleep But I just can't seem to get it through your wantin' me And I don't like what's on the radio and No I don't like singin' the songs that you know Now that, I'm sure And I don't like the color of my hair and No I don't like the selfish way that you share It's so unfair It's unfair You've got a lot of things to learn You just can't let it go and You've got to give it in return You just can't let it go You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's automatic You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's automatic You've got a problem with your life You got me lyin' for you You've got a problem with compromise You got me tryin' to lose You tell me you can't sleep But I just can't seem to get it through your wantin' me And I don't like what's on the radio and No I don't like singin' the songs that you know Now that, I'm sure And I don't like the color of my hair and No I don't like the selfish way that you share It's so unfair It's unfair You've got a lot of things to learn You just can't let it go and You've got to give it in return You just can't let it go You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's automatic You see me, it's symptomatic You touch me, it's automatic