"What a spoiled boy I've been   My mouth full, mess, my arms outstreched   I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm    Competition   Well, maybe I'm yours"      She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son   And you're pimping pretty junk"   And I said,    "What am I supposed to do   They've built the scenes around you    And I need more than this"   And she said, "what am I supposed to do   Look at what's been come of you    And I need more than this"      "Go on then, hitch me up, baby,   If what I am is not enough   Because I do love the glow you get   When you're told word for word   How to think for yourself      "I'm tired   Of baring my teeth when I smile"