More songs by Nate Smith
Description
Producer: Nate Smith
Composer: Nate Smith
Lyricist: Lalah Hathaway
Lyrics and translation
Original
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 winds up locked in the circuitry.
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.
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.
No. 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. Automatic.
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 winds up locked in the circuitry.
La, la, la, la, la. They tell me, yeah.
Oh, automatic.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Automatic, yeah.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. So. La, la, la, la, la, la. Yeah.
Da, da, da, da, da. Down, down, down, down, down. Down, down, down.
Ooh.
Save my brain.
Down, down, down.