You're the one stepping on the back of my 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 already on way to the door
You're at the bar, the gives you a free drink And when perfect You sweat bullets spill the drink and you
leaves the party Except a 20-something You and run, you call 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 strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
So, the way you act, is it an act To some strange courtship A habitual nervous
Hey, it's just me, set yourself Why don't you let me know what's on Inside cluttered head?
You're the one stepping on the of my shoes You're the one using me as a You're the one 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 were to out loud Would it you turn away? Just a curious question to about
If it was you and me and nobody you want me to want to be ready to go? Would you wanna take the lights down
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 to your back Ready to go, to go
Hey, it's just me, set free Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, it's just me, set free Why don't you let me what's 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