I'm turning the lights down low

Ready to make my move

Get you tickets to what you need

I'm treading the borderlines

And ruining people's lives by giving them what they need

You're quite right to ask what's wrong with me

You want to take a look at my head

Even I've been thinking what's wrong with me

I watch the news instead



I'm turning Madonna down

I'm calling it my best move

I'll get her tickets to what she needs

I'm hugging my eiderdown

Employing a microscope

To find you the things you need



Now I'm ready to tell you what's wrong with me

I'm feeling the emptiness rise

And I'd trade the whole thing quite gladly

For something of similar size

Shape, colour, weight, change your shirt, don't be late.



I'm turning the lights down low

Ready to make my move

Get you tickets to what you need



What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?