Tickets to What You Need

I'm turning the lights down low, ready to make my move

Get you' tickets to what you need

I'm treading the borderlines and ruining people's lives

By giving them what they needYou're quite right to ask what's wrong with me

You want to take a look at my head

Even I've been thinking what's wrong with me

I watch the news insteadI'm turning Madonna down, I'm calling it my best move

I'll get her tickets to what she needs

I'm hugging my eiderdown, employing a microscope

To find you the things you needNow I'm ready to tell you what's wrong with me

I'm feeling the emptiness rise

And I'd trade the whole thing quite gladly

For something of similar size

Shape, color, weight, change your shirt, don't be lateI'm turning the lights down low, ready to make my move

Get you tickets to what you needWhat's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?

What's wrong with me?