She worked in my post office, in my zip code, in my postal area Aaaah I don't think we should reveal her name She'll remain anonymous, but we can call her Maria I met her at university She stared at me, I stared right back at her We went out for a coffee or two It all felt new, I can tell you But she turned out to be a psychogirl They all fall for me, psychogirls They are drawn to me, mysteriously, I don't know why Just turn around now, psychogirl I can't be your guy, I can't dry your tears from your eyes She sent me an SMS But it felt more like an SOS, a cry for help I know your life has been a mess You cried yourself to sleep as a child In your mommy's dress and your summerdress But stop following me psychogirl I have enough problems to deal with on my own Just turn around now psychogirl Your eyes are like knives Cutting into my walls And if I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist? If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist? If I'd be your psychologist, who would be the psychologist's psychologist? Aaaah