Give them what they want, when they want
When they know what they want
I'm sick of thinking for myself, so I'll play along
Stick me in a room full of books, suits, and record deals
Be sure to mix some coffee with your cream, and ask me how I feel
It's been a long, lonely wait - oh, we can hardly wait
To hear the tunes you have made, I'll bet they're really great
There's something to the way you find time to create
The second album is late; where is it, anyway?
Here I am, believe the sound you breathe
I'm in up to my knees; disregard everything
'Cause now I'm over my sophomore jinx
You're crowding my dollar signs
(Make everyone sing)
Your little songs I'll call mine
(My sophomore jinx)
Get to the back of my line
(Love turns to hate)
When I stand, a million to one
To one
X amount of dollars for my head, should I say "commodity"?
Help me get Madonna off my bed, she's just too drunk to sing
Management's explaining entertaining to the industry
They've heard the same spiel a million times, maybe two or three
The illusion is sealed, the band's all wrapped in chains
Wish their vibe was still real - now it all sounds the same, oh my
All the grooves that they steal, all the blues down on Beale
Prolific wisdom English poets often write
Here I am, believe the sound you breathe
I'm in up to my knees; disregard everything
'Cause now I'm over my sophomore jinx
You're crowding my dollar signs
(Make everyone sing)
Your little words, they don't rhyme
(My sophomore jinx)
You've wasted all of my precious time
(Love turns to hate)
When I stand, a million to one
Long, lonely wait
Instant replay
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Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah, yeah
Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah
Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah