You are a work of art,
And I'd lower value from the start.
I've got to make a move,
Or you're moving away.
Look at me and maybe you'll see something more than just me
And make it better.
I'm on my knees begging here for some kind of chance.
Oh, come on, and make it better.
You know this song's a cry for help,
So punish me or privilege me with you.
This is a compliment
To the life that I see you live.
I am willing to work,
If only this could work out.
Settle down—settle down. You're a little boy.
What are you gonna do?
Don't you know? I've got her heart on a string,
And she belongs to me—not you.
I can smell a rat coming from miles away.
Oh, come on, I'll treat you better
Than the jokes in the bars with their coke and their cars.
You're just too sweet for a scene that beat, girl.
You're so much better.