Legalize Telepathy

(albüm: Face It - 1994)

You cook my brain in your favorite pot
You fry my eggs till they're sizzling hot
You like to give it everything you got
And everything's for free, everything's for free

Make all the girls at the beauty parlor
Jump up and down and scream and holler
Just like a lapdog on a leash with a collar
That's what you're making me
That's what you make outta me

I ain't no professor, I ain't got no degree
But I sure as hell know how to read
The little notes you keep sending
The bottom line always gets to me
What do you mean?

Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy
Legalize, legalize, legalize telepathy

You always go where I wanna be going
You always know what I wanna be knowing
You always do what I wanna be doing
Now ain't that telepathy, with a capital E.S.P.?