You're the one on the back of my shoes You're the one using me as a You're the one the jet pack strapped to your back to go
It's you are her and nobody The lights are low and so ready You're already on your way to the
You're at the bar, the tender gives you a free And when she's You sweat bullets spill the and you leave
Everyone the party a gorgeous 20-something You and run, you call me up
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 pack 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 me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know what's on Inside your cluttered
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
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 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 the jet pack strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
Hey, it's just me, set yourself Why don't you let me what's going on? Hey, it's just me, set yourself Why you let me know what's going on?
Hey, it's just me, set free Why don't you let me know going on? Hey, it's just me, set free