The Cyrkle - Problem Child lyrics

Hmm mmm Hmm mmm hmm mmm mmm Hmm mmm mmm It's a depression and childish regression That's changing my baby before my eyes And I see how she's frightened By thunder and lightning Afraid of her shadow and me I think I'm hooked on a problem child A mere child, a wild child Now how'd I get hung on a problem child A mother's child is she She's so unstable I've got to be able To break her away from the scene, she's in She's attached to her mother There's room for no other She acts just as though she were three She says she adores me And yet she ignores me Whenever I try makin' love to her She insists that it's wrong And resists all along But she wants it as badly as me I think I'm hooked on a problem child A mere child, a wild child Now how'd I get hung on a problem child A mother's child is she I, think I'm hooked on a problem child A mere child, a sick child Now how'd I get hung on a problem child A mother's child is she I think I have troubles with a problem child I don't know what to do-ooh I