They're so many things to buyYour head turns like a dollar sign when you walk into a mallYou fell right down into the Gap.And no one's seen you, you ain't coming back,you ain't coming back at all.
You're a straight-on chaser with a rubber wristYou grab everything you canYou're a straight-on chaser and I can't say I blame youBut I'm a man of means by no means
I think I've got your number but you want the right sizeThat ambition looks good on you all right,but it's tight around the neck.Hope your clothes they match your frown.I can take it, c'mon. You can front on this clown.'cause that's what I expect.
Don't need the telling but I've been toldnothing I touch turns to gold,but the silver lining's mine.I got your point, it's so dullTell me something new and make it useful'cause I ain't got no time.