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