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