Matt Nathanson - More Than This

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What a spoiled boy I’ve been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched
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 become 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