Any Two Words - Bag? Fumbled. Lyrics

There's a lunatic in me
That thinks I've got a shot
She's Aphrodite in a Yankees cap
Shoot a compliment for one text back
Washed up with her coffee in hand
I know what you want with me
Have a little sympathy
Now that we're alone in bed
Cross my heart and kill me dead
There's a lunatic in me
That knows I've got a shot
She's Aphrodite in a Yankees cap
She's got me beggin' her to text me back
A toss up of my fate in her hands
Don't tell me
What you think I should say
Trust me my brain, it works
Just a bit differently
Don't tell me
What you think I should say
Trust me my brain, it works
Just a bit differently
I know what you want with me
Have a little sympathy
Now that I'm alone in bed
Cross my heart and kill me dead