Get At Me Babe

I'm a platinum selling, king of the stage

Got a gold-plated ego, I'm all the rage

But near you baby? I turn to dust

Can't say a word, like I've been concussed

Get at me babe, why's this gotta be hard

I'm a rock god, but you are a star

I've dated supermodels, said I was rare

But I'd spend the night, thinking bout my hair

My leather pants and cool guy mystique

This should be easy, but I can't even speak

So get at me, babe, I'm too shy to call

I could shred you a solo, but I'm in free-fall

I know what you're thinking—"He's got groupies! He's a star!"

But just between us? I listen to NPR

You're the kind of girl anyone could admire

If I could only speak I know I could take you higher

Get at me babe, pick up the phone

Cause I can't move and I'm all alone

I've got a gold-plated ego