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 strapped to your back to go
It's you are her and nobody The are low and she's so ready You're on your way to the door
at the bar, the tender gives you a free drink And she's perfect You sweat bullets spill the and you leave
leaves the party Except a gorgeous You and run, you call me up
You're the one stepping on the of my shoes You're the one me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your to go, ready 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 what's going on Inside your head?
You're the one stepping on the back of my You're the one me as a muse the one with the jet pack strapped to your back Ready to go, to go
the hell are you talking about? Is that you would say? If I were to out loud it make you turn away? Just a curious question to about
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 back of my You're the one using me as a You're the one with the jet pack strapped to back Ready to go, to go
Hey, just me, set yourself free Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, just me, set yourself free Why don't you let me what's going on?
Hey, it's me, set yourself free Why you let me know what's going on? Hey, it's just me, set free