Jet Pack

You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes

You're the one using me as a muse

You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go

It's you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she's so ready

You're already on your way to the door

You're at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks, she's perfect

You sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave

Everyone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and run

You call me up

You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes

You're the one using me as a muse

You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go

So the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritual

A habitual nervous reaction

Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on

Inside your cluttered head

You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes

You're the one using me as a muse

You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go

What the hell are you talking about is that what you would say

If I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away

Just a curious question to think about

If it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want to be ready to go

Would you want to take the lights down low

You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes

You're the one using me as a muse

You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go

Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on

Hey it's just me, set yourself free