An early morning warning sign goes screaming through my brain
My feet are on the floor before I curse the light of day
My bitter twisted plastic smile
My last line of defense
When dollar signs are in my eyes
And when dollar signs are in my head
My hair is slick
My suit don't fit
I'm knocking at your door
My eager little ballpoint pen is busy keeping score
I'd sell my grandma for a song
I'd sell you any thing
A special girft for a special friend
Rides us home for a wedding ring