controller jennifer There's someone knockin' on my door There's someone knockin' on my door I think they're looking for me I think they're looking for me Pretend there ain't nobody home Don't make a sound, don't even move Don't give them nothing to see I think they're looking for me I got to run I got to run I got to run I got to run I got to run There's someone crawling in my yard There's someone creeping on my roof There's someone tapping my phone I feel it deep in my bones They want to probe my intuition They want to find out what I know Why don't they leave me alone Why don't they leave me alone I got to run I got to run I got to run Might be the catcher Or the controller Can't be too careful I take precautions They're very clever I got to run Faceless surgeons armed with razors Cut out our imagination (Repeat first verse) (repeat chorus) Faceless surgeons armed with razors Cut out our imagination It's a strange thing Deadly reason Razors cut with such precision Probing deep without detection Razors never lie But it's all right I think they're looking for me I think they're looking for me I think they're looking for me I think they're looking for meeeeeeeeeee (DE of OB) 000608 what's it to you? who go blather from