Bleach

Tom: E

#C                       B       E
I think she's crazy in a nutshell.
Whispers the words to me I can't spell.
I think she moves just like a demon.
Gives pleasure to me for no reason.

(Chorus is the same)

Make sure she's okay. 'Cause she ain't okay. Okay? Okay.

I think by now she's my new girlfriend.
My sex appeal: so here's a new trend.
Style and clothes so far out of my reach.
I've covered my life with my own bleach.