You got me in hot water up to my neck You got me in the corner just to see what I can take If you really want to try me, you ain't seen nothing yet I split you up the centre like a You secretly suspect that I don't really got it Go back to your desk and have another thing on it I'm a woman of intention, tapped into infinity You're a pencil-pusher with a pension, what can you teach me? It's so tragic, that you don't ever trust me on my own This is magic, an inspiration you will never know You think you pull the strings But I can see through your stains You think your methods are gentle But baby, they're just mental If you secretly suspect that I don't really got it Go back to your desk and have a harder thing on it I'm a woman of intention, I know what I'm doing You ain't ever even broke a string, what can you teach me? It's so tragic that you don't ever trust me on my own This is magic, an inspiration you will never know It's so tragic that you don't even trust me on my own This is magic, an inspiration you will never know It's so tragic that you don't even trust me on my own It's so tragic that you don't ever trust me on my own It's so tragic that you don't ever trust me on my own