T.v.

You're tellin' me everything's alright

You know you tell such filthy lies

The common cold's got nothin' on you

You're a disease from which I die

You make love to my senses

Tryin' to win my heart

I ain't got no defenses...I'm beaten from the start

You insult my intelligence

While you pat me on the back

You give me something with one hand

While the other hand takes it back

You make love to my senses

Tryin' to win my heart

I ain't got no defenses no...got me beaten from the start, yeah

You cater to ?? fantasy

The web you weave is strong

You make it so hard seein' black from white

Tellin' right from wrong

You brainwash me senseless

Tearin' my brain apart

I ain't got no defenses...you got me beaten from the start, yeah

You got me beaten from the start

You got me beaten from the start

You got me beaten from the start

You got me beaten from the start

You make love to my senses

You got me beaten from the start