What a spoiled boy I´ve been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
I´ve got palm sweat, I´m smiling like I´m
Competition
Well, maybe I´m yours

She said, "I know you, you´re a salesman´s son
And you´re pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to do
They´ve built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
And she said, "what am I supposed to do
Look at what´s been come of you
And I need more than this"

Go on then, hitch me up, baby,
If what I am is not enough
Because I do love the glow you get
When you´re told word for word
How to think for yourself

I´m tired
Of baring my teeth when I smile