baby your shit's so gitmo, got me going
I just don't know where
you pull that hood over my head and
you tell me not to be scared
oh when I say 'gitmo' I mean phat like cool
as in orange is the brand-new black
bad is good and only squares do what they should
I'm talking more hip than a heart-attack
but with your love's location undisclosed
just where I stand only Dick Cheney knows

baby your shit's so gitmo, got to
get me some of that right away
must of been all that time alone
I forgot what I was just gonna say
you see I spent some years in a little room
in the Caribbean sea
I didn't get much news of the world back then
and the world got none from me
but now in spite of your enhanced techniques
I haven't uttered a goddamn word of sense in weeks

baby your moves are extra-judicial
like you're seven steps in advance
it looks like you're trying to rig the game
but honey all I want to do is dance
and I might be forgiven
you know I just might not be alone
for having conflicted emotions
when you demand 'where's the microphone?’
but your extraordinary rendition
of ‘Feelings' just confirmed my suspicion

baby your love transcends the law
I'm reminded of it every day
first you're keeping track of everyplace I go
now you're writing down the things I say
all my friends say I should feel fortunate
to have a lover so clearly concerned
but I feel just like that frog in the water
it’s gettin' warmer but I'll never learn
but if there's one known known that's for sure
whatever you do just don't call it torture

baby your offenses charm my resistance
come sun rain snow or hail
maybe I wouldn't act so sullen
if you'd just let me read my mail
now I'm jumpy every time the phone rings
might be my lawyer, could be my mom
either one just as like to paint me
carrying roses or a bomb
but I'm just trying to let my mind float
with my limbs restrained and this tube down my throat

baby your shit's so gitmo
got to quit this place as fast as I run
I know you're not really listening when
I keep on telling you that I'm not the one
so maybe we just go our separate ways
let the lawyers bury the past
‘cause I cannot escape the certainty
a love-affair like ours just won't last
so consider me deaf dumb and mute
oh and thanks again for letting me keep the jumpsuit