You've always been searching for something
Which always seems to be so-so, even so
Tightly close your eyes
Hold out your hand
We'll make a stand
Forget their plans
And their demands
(Plan B)
They're testing you
(Plan B)
This week I'm strong enough for two
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm coming, coming
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm running
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm burning, burning
(Stop, stop, stop) wouldn't sell you anything
Jimmy
And then it starts off joking, and then just joking
And then, then they stop talking to you
And that's, that’s the worst thing of all
The worst thing of all
Whispers more than loud enough try to
Make you feel not good enough
Try this, like this
Don't believe your eyes
Hold out your hand
We'll make a stand
Forget their plans
And their demands
(Plan B)
Bill Withers was good for me
(Plan B)
Pretend I'm Bill and lean on me
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm coming, coming
(Stop, stop, stop) oh, I'm running
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm burning, burning
(Stop, stop, stop) wouldn't sell you anything
(Plan B)
Hold on to me
(Plan B)
I’ll be your friend if you let me
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm coming, coming
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm running
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm burning, burning
(Stop, stop, stop) wouldn't sell you anything
(Stop, stop, stop) I'm coming, coming
(Stop, stop, stop)
Lyrics Submitted by Commander Kakapo