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