Take Me Out

You know, I'm not too particular, so could you give me a hand?
That might change the moves or something
You see, you can have a taste, but it's all an utter waste
It's normal to get a bit emotional

You could get yourself picked, or stand up on the sticks
Either way I know what you'd give me
I can't do nothing and I can't get ahead, so what's the point?
Why would I even try?

The kid on the block who's got his guns in his thoughts
He knows that life's a waste
He can't tell the time because the tears in his eyes from the picture of your face
It might get him down, but you could spin him around
He'll listen to any word you say
But you didn't hear it from me- 'cause I struggled to see
You got it from the scars on his face



Credits
Writer(s): Wade Rutherford
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