Just time to time I teeter thoughts at loss
I crave adrenalin its surly surge
I want to prove Im born to be the boss
Theres more to me than comic carnal urge
I mostly measure words I dole out gloss
The strong opinions die or darent emerge
Youre critical Id rather never cross
I sense your subtle smoulder from the verge
Id like to live the superficial life
Accept you fate forfeit tough luck to fore
Your idiosyncrasy the keeping score
Id like to laugh at human folly rife
You wont acknowledge casual compliment
It swells your head thought early evident
Chorus compliment accolade plaudit
