Some things i do,    i do just for fun    and they make me smile and    they pass away the time and...   sometimes it’s wrong.    But I can’t really help it,    can’t find a workaround it.    Can’t seem to stand up straight.       Can’t feel it.    Can’t see it.    Won’t it make nothing of me, yeah?       It’s all the way you walk and    it’s all the way you talk and    it’s who you’re talking to that makes it all worthwhile.       Can’t feel it.    Can’t see it.    Won’t it make nothing of me, yeah?       Can’t feel it.    Can’t see it.    Won’t it make something of me?