Текст: Beck. A Western Harvest Field By Moonlight. Totally Confused.

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Ten-foot man, making my lunch
You'll never understand I want you so much

And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it

I'm totally confused...by you
I'm totally confused...by you

Screaming in my face, whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase, with the can of beer

And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it
And I never, never, want it