More Than This
What a spoiled boy I've been
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm competition
Well, maybe I'm yours
She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
And she said, "what am I supposed to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this"
"Go on then, hitch me up, baby,
If what I am is not enough
Because I do love the glow you get
When you're told word for word
How to think for yourself"
She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
And she said, "what am I supposed 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
She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
She said "Look at what's become of us now"
Then I said "what am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
Then she said "what am I supposed to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this
I am through now
And I need more than this"
My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm competition
Well, maybe I'm yours
She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
And she said, "what am I supposed to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this"
"Go on then, hitch me up, baby,
If what I am is not enough
Because I do love the glow you get
When you're told word for word
How to think for yourself"
She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
And I said,
"What am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
And she said, "what am I supposed 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
She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
And you're pimping pretty junk"
She said "Look at what's become of us now"
Then I said "what am I supposed to do?
They've built the scenes around you
And I need more than this"
Then she said "what am I supposed to do?
Look at what's become of you
And I need more than this
I am through now
And I need more than this"
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Ferry
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