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What a spoiled boy I've been my mouth full; mess my arms outstretched I got palm-sweat I'm smiling like I'm competition -- maybe I'm yours. Said: I know you, you're a salesman's son and you're pimpin' pretty junk. And I said What am I supposed to do? They've built the scenes around you and I need more than this. She said What am I suppose to do? Look at what's become of you And I need more than this. Go on then, hitch me up maybe if what I am is not enough 'cuz I do love the glow you get when you're told word for word how to think for yourself Said, I know you you're a salesman's son and you're pimpin' pretty junk. And I said, What am I supposed to do? They've built the scenes around you.. Letras de cancionesand I need more than this. And she said, What am I suppose to do? Look at what's become of you and I need more than this. I'm through now, and I need more than this. And I'm tired of baring my teeth when I smile. Said I know you -- you're a salesman's son and you're pimpin' pretty junk. She said Look at what's become of us now. And I said What am I supposed to do they built the scenes around you and I need more than this And she said What am I suppose to do look at what's become of you and I need more than this I'm through now and I need more than this. From Letras Mania