You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
You're the one using me as a muse
You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to

go

It's you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she's so

ready
You're already on your way to the door
You're at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks,

she's perfect
You sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave
Everyone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something,

you turn and run
You call me up


You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
You're the one using me as a muse
You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to

go

So the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship

ritual
A habitual nervous reaction
Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know

what's going on
Inside your cluttered head


You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
You're the one using me as a muse
You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to

go

What the hell are you talking about is that what you would say


If I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away
Just a curious question


If it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want
to be ready to go

Would you want to take the lights down low

You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes

You're the one using me as a muse
You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to
go


Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know
what's going on

Hey it's just me, set yourself free