You're the one on the back of my shoes You're the one me as a muse the one with the jet pack strapped to your back to go
It's you are her and else The lights are low and so ready You're on your way to the door
You're at the bar, the tender gives you a free And when perfect You sweat bullets spill the drink and you
Everyone leaves the a gorgeous 20-something You turn and run, you me up
You're the one stepping on the back of my You're the one using me as a You're the one the jet pack 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, just me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know going on Inside your head?
the one stepping on the back of my shoes You're the one me as a muse the one with the jet pack strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
What the hell are you about? Is what you would say? If I to wonder out loud Would it make you turn Just a curious question to about
If it was you and me and nobody Would you me to want to be ready to go? Would you wanna the lights down low?
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 to your back to go, ready to go
Hey, just me, set yourself free Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, it's just me, set yourself Why don't you let me know going on?
Hey, it's just me, set free Why don't you let me know going on? Hey, just me, set yourself free