Answer is "just because", of course.
But anyway, I've since learned that some White dudes (damn Whites) named Brock Walsh and Mark Goldenberg wrote this and gave it to The Pointer Sisters and I just can't think of a cooler more well-crafted song, ever.
It's got a beat and you can dance to it.
June (on the right) doesn't know what to do in this video but she is retardedly hot.
Retard in the good sense.
Not with the boogers constantly hanging, I mean.
Though I would've gladly eaten June's boogers any time.
It's snot for everyone.
So be careful.
I just laughed as I wrote that cause I'm a loser.
But I got this song to control I mean console me.
Automatically Clicks On Automatic
🎵 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 🎵
White guy Brock pondering his privilege
to contribute good things.
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