Insane

I heard it said
That what you see is what you get
I must have had my eyes shut
'Cause I would never have let you in my head
Yeah, I know
There’s something wicked about you, babe
That I just had to have
Only now that I’ve got you
It feels like I’m going mad
Or just a little insane
A straitjacket fool again
Just a little insane
Wanting you, hating you, loving you
Loving this pain
Living in this obsession
Drives me closer to the edge
It’s the irresistible impulse
Of getting you in my bed
And I’m committed to this cuckoo’s nest
Of love without a prayer
Bellevue’s on the telephone
Am I mad enough to go there?
Or just a little insane
A straitjacket fool again
Just a little insane
A straitjacket fool in the rain
Just a little insane
Loving you, wanting you, needing you
Hating you, loving you, wanting you
Needing you, hating you
Loving this pain