I don't want much

I'm happy with what I've got

On the second floor

Passed a ruffian on the stair

What the driver saw

Through the letter box of number four

I don't laugh much

It will be deafening when I do And all these little shocks

Are deriding my imaginary dynamo

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't Cleanse my heart

And everything will be explained

In the diaries

Especially the latter part

I'll be a somebody

Upon my hectic last day in Hell

Give me ability

To knock the pen away from his hand And all these little shocks

Are deriding my imaginary dynamo

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could have just a little bit more, just a little bit more of your time

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't And all these little shocks

Are deriding my imaginary dynamo

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't

I wish I could have just a little bit more, just a little bit more of your time

I wish I could give you undivided attention every minute of the day but I can't