What a spoiled boy I’ve been
my mouth full; mess
my arms outstretched
I got palm-sweat
I’m smiling like I’m competition
well, maybe I’m yours
Well I know you, you’re a salesman’s son
and you’re pimpin’ pretty junk
and I said “what am I supposed to do
they built the scenes around you
and I need more than this.”
she said “what am I supposed to do
look at what’s become of you
and I need more than this.”
Go on then hitch me up
baby, if what I am is not enough
‘cuz I do love the glow you get when you’re told word for word
how to think for yourself
‘Cuz I know you you’re a salesman’s son
and you’re pimpin’ pretty junk
and I said “what am I supposed to do
they built the scenes around you
and I need more than this.”
And she said “what am I supposed to do
look at what’s become of you
and I need more than this.”
I’m through now
and I need more
and I’m tired of baring my teeth when I smile
‘Cuz I know you, you’re a salesman’s son
and you’re pimpin’ pretty junk
she said “look at what’s become of us now.”
and I said “what am I supposed to do
they built the scenes around you
and I need more than this.”
she said “what am I supposed to do
look at what’s become of you
and I need more than this.”
I’m through now
and I need more than this.