More Than This

What a spoiled boy

I've beenMy mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched

I've got palm sweat,

I'm smiling like

I'm competition

Well, maybe

I'm yoursShe said, "I know you, you're a salesman's sonAnd you're pimping pretty junk"

And I said, "What am I supposed to doThey've built the scenes around you and I need more than this"

And she said, "What am I supposed to doLook 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 tiredOf baring my teeth when

I smile