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 are 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 when she's perfect you sweat bullets spill the drink and you leave

Everyone leaves the party except a gorgeous 20-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

Ready to go



So, the way you act is it just an act to 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

Ready to go



What the hell are you talking about? Is that what you would say?

If I were to wonder outloud would it make you turn away?

Just a curious question to think about.



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

Or 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

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

Why don't you let me know what's going on?



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