I deliver at you to get me thinking of your hair

But she begs to differ

And nothing's preconceived with you

That's why we're getting messed up

I've seen it all before

There's something about the west side

That gets me clear of your carousel mind

Sick of the nosebleed, taking a cold

I thought I made myself inescapably clear

Taking a shiver fit, wait till the weather hits

I don't want to wake up here tonight

I deliver at you to get me thinking of your hair

But she begs to differ

And nothing's preconceived with you

That's why we're getting messed up