You're the one on the back of my shoes the one using me as a muse You're the one the jet pack 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 when she's You sweat bullets spill the drink and you
leaves the party Except a 20-something You and run, you call me up
You're the one stepping on the of my shoes the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack strapped to back Ready to go, to go
So, the way you act, is it an act To some courtship ritual? A nervous reaction?
Hey, just me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know what's on your cluttered head?
You're the one stepping on the of my shoes the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet pack to your back to go, ready to go
What the hell are you about? Is what you would say? If I were to out loud Would it make you turn Just a curious question to think
If it was you and me and else you want me to want to be ready to go? Would you wanna take the down low?
You're the one on the back of my shoes the one using me as a muse You're the one with the jet strapped to your back to go, ready to go
Hey, just me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know going on? Hey, it's me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know what's on?
Hey, it's me, set yourself free Why don't you let me know what's on? Hey, it's me, set yourself free