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You caught me on my way to destroy stages
You stopped me bitter faced to ask me this
You, I don't understand your agitation
Why can't you write a track that's sensitive?

It isn't because I just didn't think about it
It isn't because I just c-c-can't
It isn't because I just didn't think about it
It isn't because

I wish I c-c-could little man
I wish I c-c-could little man
I wish I c-c-could

You took a step back when I started howling
You turned and told your friends with hostile frowns
This dude is furious I don't quite get it
I wonder why he doesn't just calm down

It isn't because I just didn't think about it
It isn't because

I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could

I made my way back to the Merc Booth after
A man confronts me smiling ear to ear
The sweat is dripping from his face in gallons
And all he wants to do is shake my hand

He stops to tell me he'd be six feet under
That's if it wasn't for our caveman jam

I wish I c-c-could little man
I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could little man
I wish I c-c-could little girl
I wish I c-c-could
You caught me on my way to destroy stages   You stopped me bitter faced to ask me this   You, I don't understand your agitation   Why can't you write a track that's sensitive?      It isn't because I just didn't think about it   It isn't because I just c-c-can't   It isn't because I just didn't think about it   It isn't because      I wish I c-c-could little man   I wish I c-c-could little man   I wish I c-c-could      You took a step back when I started howling   You turned and told your friends with hostile frowns   This dude is furious I don't quite get it   I wonder why he doesn't just calm down      It isn't because I just didn't think about it   It isn't because      I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could      I made my way back to the Merc Booth after   A man confronts me smiling ear to ear   The sweat is dripping from his face in gallons   And all he wants to do is shake my hand      He stops to tell me he'd be six feet under   That's if it wasn't for our caveman jam      I wish I c-c-could little man   I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could little man   I wish I c-c-could little girl   I wish I c-c-could