You're the one stepping on the of my shoes You're the one using me as a You're the one with the jet pack strapped to back to go
It's you are her and nobody The lights are low and she's so You're on your way to the door
You're at the bar, the tender you a free drink And when she's You sweat bullets spill the drink and you
leaves the party Except a 20-something You turn and run, you me up
You're the one on the back of my shoes You're the one using me as a You're the one with the jet strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
So, the way you act, is it an act To some strange ritual? A habitual reaction?
Hey, it's just me, set free Why don't you let me know what's on Inside cluttered head?
You're the one stepping on the of my shoes the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack strapped to back to go, ready to go
What the are you talking about? Is that what you say? If I to wonder out loud Would it you turn away? a curious question to think about
If it was you and me and nobody Would you want me to to be ready to go? Would you wanna take the lights down
You're the one on the back of my shoes You're the one me as a muse You're the one with the jet strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
Hey, it's just me, set yourself Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, it's me, set yourself free Why don't you let me what's going on?
Hey, it's just me, set free Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, it's just me, set free