More Than This

<br>&quot;What a spoiled boy I`ve been<br>My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched<br>I`ve got palm sweat, I`m smiling like I`m <br>Competition<br>Well, maybe I`m yours&quot;<br><br>She said, &quot;I know you, you`re a salesman`s son<br>And you`re pimping pretty junk&quot;<br>And I said, <br>&quot;What am I supposed to do<br>They`ve built the scenes around you <br>And I need more than this&quot;<br>And she said, &quot;what am I supposed to do<br>Look at what`s been come of you <br>And I need more than this&quot;<br><br>&quot;Go on then, hitch me up, baby,<br>If what I am is not enough<br>Because I do love the glow you get<br>When you`re told word for word<br>How to think for yourself<br><br>&quot;I`m tired<br>Of baring my teeth when I smile&quot;