A make-up brush inhibits my right hand
A gentle touch vindicates who I think I am
A voice in my head says "she's using you"
But then she puts on that lace again

The things you make me do, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love

The things you make me do, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love
The things you make me do
Don't tell me what to do, my love
And I'll do it all for you

I'm doing 'em for you again
This shit should be a sin
You are the mayor of my consciousness
A voice in my head says "she loves you"
But I've been thinking lately maybe that ain't true

The things you make me do, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love
The things you make me do
Don't tell me what to do, my love
And I'll do it all for you

Oh, you're a bad habit
I'm a fucking addict
I've had it up to here
I'm gonna get out of here

The things you make me do, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love

The things you make me do, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love
The things you make me do
Don't tell me what to do, my love
And I'll do it all for you

And I'll do it all for you, my love
Oh, tell me what's the use, my love
The things you make me do