I have to go to my parole-boyTo remember just who I amOne thing else I don't enjoy isForgetting her monogramShe electrifies my physical massShe really turns me onMy mind is goneMy mind is goneShe quite simply wrecks meShe just tears me apartShe screws me up and skewers meShe made it quite an artShe guts me like a hollow-pointShe really turns me onMy mind is goneMy mind is goneYeah, BillyI know what you meanIt's the smell of the dressThat made my mind a messIt's her chokin' throatReally gets my goat-tee and amenYes, indeedShe makes my head and heart bleedBeen so long since I knocked some offMy mind is goneMy mind is goneMy mind is goneMy mind is goneTell me about it