My Tulpa (Live From Manchester Lesser Free Trade Hall, UK / 1978 / Remastered 2009)

I suspect you ain't so sweet
As the lust I'm concealing
My skin wants to crawl back home to Ma
I've lost my way in my feelings

You always collect your fists
When my shadow falls upon your hands
You just give everybody the wave
But they say you're a nice and hungry young man

I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery

You can touch yourself anytime
When I'm so wretched
You can touch yourself anytime
When you are so bitchy
You can touch yourself anytime
Such funny and mean
You can touch yourself anytime
And treat me unpleasantly

You got the whole world in your wardrobe
(You got the whole world in your wardrobe)
Your furniture's made to injure me
(Your furniture's made to injure me)
My skin wants to crawl back home to Ma
(My skin wants to crawl back home to Ma)
Well I was so smitten uneasily

I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery
I wanna see you
Don't you wanna see me?
I'm full of questions
You're full of mystery

There's a lot of feedback on this
It's a bit, uh, early in the day for this sort of thing, isn't it?
We'll forget about that, though