I heard he hit the wall and didn't make a sound
And practice didn't make as perfect as they say
But she can talk to herself
And every word sound familiar until the second day
She made him hit the wall, then asked him for an encore
And so he played an encore and hit the second floor
And he can think for himself underneath the innuendo until the second page
Maybe rules are made to be
Maybe he's not made to see that good
Jericho might stand if she would play
For every phrase there is a way to fake it
Play
I'll take back every word I say
I'm amused for you
But I guess that I could get uptight and all upset if you wanted me to
But I can think to myself and I can be so entertaining
As perfect as they say
And maybe if she would lift up her head from "how to get your way"
I don't know
Just shut my hole and play
For every phrase there is a way to fake it
Play
I'll take back every word I say
She can talk to herself
He can fall and cry for help
We can watch and say we'll never be that way