ive got a tap routine under the jmz with my top hat my wooden cane and the midnight marquee says your name says your name says your name says your name povertys in a chorus line poverty is synchronized fill er up the shopping carts with my cheap thoughts my cheap thoughts my cheap thoughts my cheap thoughts would you believe ive been mummified cause ive got so much to say to you but im not speaking and i could believe you were lobotomized cause you can stand in front of me and have no feelings thugs are out catcalling show stoppin papis wanna touch my thighs get me high then vanish in the night how do you fight lonely with the lavalife classifieds id rather die id rather die lets hang ourselves from the traffic lights from the traffic lights from the traffic lights from the traffic lights would you believe ive been mummified cause ive got so much to say to you but im not speaking i could believe you were lobotomized cause you can stand in front of me and have no feelings  cause you can stand in front of me and have no feelings oh just stand in front of me