Flash Bare Ass

So you want to be a writer that I'd like

I guess I better learn how to read

Hope you care deeply if you write

And only describe what you've seen

When looking real close with your mind's eye

If you're gonna be a writer that I'd like

So you want to sing a song the way I like

Well here's how I'd like you to sing

I want to believe you'd get stage fright

Huh, convince me it's just a bad dream

Neither taking nor leaving is all right

If you're singing your songs the way I like

Do you want to talk to strangers

Or take a walk on a beach?

But boogie head long into danger

Or build a house in a tree

Well it's all well and good I guess

It's just not for me

If you want to paint a picture that I'd like

Here's one way to set up your scene

Put every plate and glass in its own light

On a table rests exotic cuisines

Mischievous cat black as midnight

Is casting shadows in a painting I might like

Take a look around you

That's where you are

All your missed connections and every shot in the dark

You figured out what makes you special, go on, kid, follow your star

See, I can tell that you're gonna get real

Trying to be someone that you like

The work is harder than it seems

You're gonna flash bare ass in broad daylight

Even if you're working to be someone that you like

Flashing, flashing, flashing bare ass

I'm flashing bare ass for you and for me

I'm flashing bare for you and for me

Yeah