Little Shocks

I don't want much

I'm happy with what I've got

On the second floor

I passed a ruffian on the stair

What the driver saw

Through the letter box of number four

I don't have 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 a 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