Automatic

No way to control it.

Look what you're doing to me. I'm utterly at your whim. All of my defenses down. Your camera looks through me. With its X-ray vision. And all systems run aground. All I can manage to push from my lips. Is a stream of absurdities. Every word I intended to speak. Wind up locked in the circuitry. No way to control it. It's totally automatic. Whenever you're around. I'm walking blindfolded. Completely automatic. All of my systems are down. Down down down. Automatic. Automatic. What is this madness. That makes my motor run. And my legs too weak to stand. I go from sadness. To exhilaration. Like a robot at your command. My hands perspire and shake like a leaf. Up and down goes my temperature. I summon doctors to get some relief. But they tell me there is no cure. They tell me. No way to control it. It's totally automatic. Whenever you're around. I'm walking blindfolded. Completely automatic. All of my systems are down. Down down down. Automatic. Automatic. . .

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