Whatever key's me up   It's something close to trust   It's something saying   If I may, I must   Change my ways, looks, mind   Although I'm not that kind   I'll have to make it worth her while   If she's all that matters   I'll invent what it takes to have her   A bebop hype   Or kinder: music for a film   A hip groove to loop   Or salt mouse with mayonaise   Mention money and I'll buy you fame      All that to get myself close to be her lotion   I'm slipping away from me, girl      I know I'll get trapped in this   And I'll go on getting wired of myself   It's a wave   And I'm on top to fall