You like the way I sing.
You like the way I dance onstage.
You like the way my lips do the things they do.

You're happy when I sing
but, if I were to speak instead of hum,
it would not have the same effect on you.

I really can't see
why you insist on flirting with me
because all i seem to be
is your jukebox.

You like the way i sing
but, the conversation has no weight
and everything that was said
was for past lovers.

I could care less
but, I really wish you would not have made such a big deal
of how pretty and talented I was
when we first met.

I really can't see
why you insist on fucking with me
because all I seem to be...