More Of You

Aah, a little something before we start this off

Take a seat, grab a breath girl or go for a walk

Cause when you pile it up high, it's gonna all crash down

And give me a call, yea, if you want me around

And if you don't, hey that's fine with me

I got plenty of things to keep myself busy

I'll put office space on repeat

Call me pacifist, insensitive, or even discreet

And if you try not to bring me down

I'll be there to lift you up

Cause it's a self-fulfilling prophecy

So don't call me a slut

And if your soul feels oh so sick

I could be your wonder drug

But the less that you expect from me

The more of you i love

Listen to your stories how your day has gone

Don't cock back and slap if you see me yawn and

Don't get jealous at our next big show

If you thought i was a gigolo than why would you go, yknow

Songs like this they usually make me sick

But if your listening now, i hope it might stick cause

You know it's not my style to sing this way

But i'm gonna do it anyway