In his bid to win his estranged wife, Paula Patton, back, Robin Thicke is making us all real f--king uncomfortable. His new album, subtly titled Paula, is basically just an extended thesis statement explaining why she should take him back.

Paula (the album, not the person) is full of cringe-worthy lyrics set to, for some reason, old-school swing music (maybe Paula likes doo wop? Does anyone else in 2014?) Anyway, here are all the lyrics you'll wish you never read:

"You're My Fantasy"

1. "Touch me you're my fantasy / My body's yours, my heart is yours / Touch me you're my fantasy / My night is yours, my love is yours."

2. "Please, please, please, please, please, please, please."

3. "I will always daydream wishing that you were mine / I understand right now you need some space and time / I can smell your perfume / Your legs are on my walls / Your body's on my ceiling / Your giggle down the hall."

We followed this up to the body on the ceiling part. Is this like, a supernatural possession?

4. "Let it go, lights down low, you're my fantasy/ Here we go, the angels know you are my fantasy."

5. "Come back to me / Come home to me babe / Come on back to me / Pretty please darling."