Tick-BOY

Tick - BOY Im turning the lights down low Ready to make my move Get you tickets to what you need Im treading the borderlines And ruining peoples lives by giving them what they need Youre quite right to ask whats wrong with me You want to take a look at my head Even Ive been thinking whats wrong with me I watch the news instead Im turning madonna down Im calling it my best move Ill get her tickets to what she needs Im hugging my eiderdown Employing a microscope To find you the things you need Now Im ready to tell you whats wrong with me Im feeling the emptiness rise And Id trade the whole thing quite gladly For something of similar size Shape, colour, weight, change your shirt, dont be late. Im turning the lights down low Ready to make my move Get you tickets to what you need Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me? Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me?