It's an old favourite. You are sitting in your small room but your mind is like a ballroom. It's fast, ideas are flat, I bet your mind is quietly blowing. Too late to say you need faith to change you. I hope you find things like that. Little woman never leaves you, loves you, hates you, she always fought you. The end, your life is lost now just because of Cupid's arrow. Too late to say you need faith to change you. I hope you find things like that. A job finder will never find you, an artist's job that will just suit you. Cave in, you are a painting, a life, a still life and always waiting. Too late to say you need faith to change you. I hope you find things like that. I'm too much of a jerk! I'm too much of a jerk! I'm too much of a jerk! Aaaaah! Aaaah! Too late to save you, too bait to change you. I hope you find you, cos' I guess I'm too much of a jerk!