Matt Nathanson - More Than This Lyrics
"What a spoiled boy I've beenMy mouth full, mess, my arms outstrechedI've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'mCompetitionWell, maybe I'm yours"She 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 youAnd I need more than this"And she said, "what am I supposed to doLook at what's been come of youAnd I need more than this""Go on then, hitch me up, baby,If what I am is not enoughBecause I do love the glow you getWhen you're told word for wordHow to think for yourself"I'm tiredOf baring my teeth when I smile