Sell Me

It’s kind of a relief to be done
It’s kind of a relief to be finished
It’s kind of a relief to be done
It’s kind of a relief to be finished
Though I’ve never won pageants
At least
I write my own songs
Not that I wish to appear uncouth
Baby
It’s kind of a relief to be done
It’s kind of a relief to be finished
It’s kind of a relief to be done
It’s kind of a relief to be finished
Though I’m from a small town right now
I think just as big as the guy who does rock 'n' roll
And you bet that I have ideas
Baby
Start with me in the foreground
Wearing tiny t-shirts that say
Glamour girl
Though you may think that I’m naïve
Sell me
If I started makin' offers
How would you feel about it?
I could wait for years and years, but
Wouldn’t I be runnin' from it?
If I started makin' offers
How would you feel about it?
I could wait for years and years, but
Wouldn’t I be runnin' from it?
That’s it
Yeah. That’s it
That’s the one?
That’s the one! Ei ei!
Really?