Place the bookmark I'm on a kick I shouldn't feed Desperate for your attention To get you listening Hot air and artifice I wish I didn't feel the need To impress you quite so much Been too long on my knees
I might need a tune-up Might just need to get dolled-up Dying to show you a reflection of my dreams You know down there I beat my chest You know my heart rate never rests I am the bodybuilder, a Nobel scientist
'Til the robin chirps 'Til my son, he stirs Balloon meets needle And I'm right back where I belong
Folded corner Pacing just outside the screen Can't say how long it's been Herе waiting for my scene
I might need a tune-up Might just need to gеt dolled-up Sometimes I don't need nothing Sometimes I need it all
Sometimes I need it all Sometimes I need it all Sometimes I need it all Sometimes I need it all
Going back for more, I know just what I'm looking for Pump my ego up, I'm feeling big, I'm feeling smug Wish I had the sense to keep my nose clean out of it Stop the car, I'm getting out Stop the car, I'm getting out
Compositor: John Alexander Tatum (Jack Tatum) ECAD: Obra #40909283