Well I cant write about not being able to And cant do it neither I cant write about writing about not being able to Write right now But Im biding time on being able to someday soon And youre riding on being ripe and ready for that day too Im so great Even I couldnt lift me Im so smart Even I wouldnt have listened Im under the manhole grate But I wouldnt dare lift it It is inate, impulsive and insidious And terribly cryptic And after the success of my artistry I will blank you in the bar Ill obtain access to the constabulary And remain there until after dark Hiding away all the strings in the wings of the kingdom If you only do well by my rule and word is that real freedom? Im so great Even I couldnt lift me Im irresistible I might just have to kiss me Im in front of the moon Quick, look, blink and youll miss it It is corruptive, corrosive and crude It is insanely distant But when I catch up Youll be screaming and scratching and scattering your cup When Im caught up Youll be gleaming and glistening and glittering with blood Oh boy when I catch you Therell be no choice left to choose Oh son see when I catch you in these fancy dance shoes Therell be nothing you can do Im so great Even I couldnt lift me Im so swift Even I couldnt hit me Im undeniable I meet no resistance Im unstoppable I need little persistence Im so proud You dressed up for Christmas Youre allowed to write me my lines now And conduct my business Its a gift And it just keeps on giving Cause the way luck is these days Its one big old lake And Im kicking back with the sun on my face My backstroke is reaching a comfortable pace And Im swimming
lift, write, able, even, couldnt