Kim Wilde - This Paranoia

Ooo, I feel the fear in you I see it in your face I know the colour, shape and size I even know the taste You wear it like a trophy But I see it wear you down I hold my breath and count to ten Each time you come around Now here we go again Both of us pretend You know it has no end This paranoia This paranoia Why do you wanna bring me down again? Ooo, this paranoia This paranoia What's it doing for you? Why don't you throw it out? Ooo, you make a calculation And you always know the score You say that two and two is ten Even when we know it's four And if a judge and jury Turn to you and say guilty You don't look them in the eye And say it wasn't me Now here we go again Both of us pretend You know it has no end This paranoia This paranoia Why do you wanna bring me down again? Ooo, this paranoia This paranoia What's it doing for you? Why don't you throw it out? Blaming everybody for your own mistakes I don't know how much longer I can take this Ooo, 'cause I can't take no more Ooo, this paranoia This paranoia What's it doing for you? Why don't you throw it out? This paranoia This paranoia Why do you wanna bring me down again? Ooo, this paranoia This paranoia What's it doing for you? Why don't you throw it out?