Sophomore Jinx

Give them what they want, when they want When they know what they want I'm sick of thinking for myself, so I'll play along Stick me in a room full of books, suits, and record deals Be sure to mix some coffee with your cream, and ask me how I feel It's been a long, lonely wait - oh, we can hardly wait To hear the tunes you have made, I'll bet they're really great There's something to the way you find time to create The second album is late; where is it, anyway? Here I am, believe the sound you breathe I'm in up to my knees; disregard everything 'Cause now I'm over my sophomore jinx You're crowding my dollar signs (Make everyone sing) Your little songs I'll call mine (My sophomore jinx) Get to the back of my line (Love turns to hate) When I stand, a million to one To one X amount of dollars for my head, should I say "commodity"? Help me get Madonna off my bed, she's just too drunk to sing Management's explaining entertaining to the industry They've heard the same spiel a million times, maybe two or three The illusion is sealed, the band's all wrapped in chains Wish their vibe was still real - now it all sounds the same, oh my All the grooves that they steal, all the blues down on Beale Prolific wisdom English poets often write Here I am, believe the sound you breathe I'm in up to my knees; disregard everything 'Cause now I'm over my sophomore jinx You're crowding my dollar signs (Make everyone sing) Your little words, they don't rhyme (My sophomore jinx) You've wasted all of my precious time (Love turns to hate) When I stand, a million to one Long, lonely wait Instant replay Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah, yeah Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah Yeah-ee-yeah, yeah-eah-eah-eah