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 need   You'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 instead      I'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 need      Now 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, colour, weight, change your shirt, don't be late.      I'm turning the lights down low   Ready to make my move   Get you tickets to what you need      What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?   What's wrong with me, What's wrong with me?