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