You got starred on the fronts of the hearts of everyone you ever met
You laid a bet on the table and still werent quite able to risk it all and throw away the rest
Got your teapot on the fire
and the fireman's on the wire
You haven't made your famous exit yet
We listen to standstill magazines
You look around until you see
All the music and the 8 track limousines
You had 4 packs in an hour and the cheese is going sour
Let the baker and the maker take it over
and when 15 little guys
with suit and belts and ties
Linger long
After you wait
It's just a verse to those who wanna little taste
