I'm getting high and counting my blessings I look around see who's missing She got those eyes that want to love me We share the fire in the belly Dealing wired like a sinner I'm looking tired in the mirror All wrapped up in no tomorrow A man for hire, feeling stitched up Tired of making love to the backbeat Tired of wearing your heart on my sleeve Tired of making love to the backbeat But never tired of making love Yeah I got the fire, still got the hustle I got ideas I want to follow But I don't trust the eyes on the tv I can mess my rules to touch me Tired of making love to the backbeat Tired of wearing your heart on my sleeve Tired of making love to the backbeat But never tired of making love Come here