Blue Oyster Cult

You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed
Your constant undertone, is making me toothless
Times come to trim you out of my life
Gonna cut you out, baby, out of my life
Dare-devil, she-devil, printer's-devil, evil
I love you like sin, but I won't be your pigeon
The power that I give you, I'm so sick of your voice
In my body, You don't give me no choice
But to boot you, honey, to give you the shove
So take back your despot, I'll keep you love