Do you recall the word you said to me?

The one you could not wait to hear from me

You called yourself the poet to my face

And the minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all

Whoa, yeah

When the who's, the what's and why's and where's

Your psyche come face-down and hit me full up-front

And you chase away the praise

You called yourself the rebel to my face

And the minute that you said it,

You turned into nothing much at all

Yeah

Do you recall the word you said to me?

The one you could not wait to hear from me

You called yourself the beauty to my face

And the minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all

And the minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all

The minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all

The minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all

The minute that you said it

You turned into nothing much at all