(It's All Too Much)


It's OCD
It’s OCD

It’s like the end of the world when I see a crooked line
My socks are all in pairs and their colours all aligned

It's just OCD, can’t you see
Everything’s got to be perfect just for me
Checking locks ten times or more
It’s just OCD, can’t ignore

Counting steps when I walk, making sure I don't misplace a sock
Organizing shelves, ticking the clock, Oh, it's just OCD, like a paradox!

It's just OCD that’s in my head
Keep washing my hands until they’re sore
I swear one day I’ll stay in bed
But for now I can’t it’s OCD

People say I’m crazy, I’m a little extreme
But I think I’m brilliant, it’s just my mind’s scheme

It's OCD can’t you see
Everything’s got to be perfect for me
Double checking, keeping score
It’s just OCD that’s for sure

So if you see me fussing around
It’s ju s t my OCD, I’m tightly wound
But I'm doing fine, don't you worry,

It's just OCD, part of my story!
It's OCD (ah)
It's OCD

I just wash my hands until they’re raw
I just wash my hands until they’re sore

Its OCD, ah
We all get OCD
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