Im turning the lights down low
Ready to make my move
Get you tickets to what you need
Im treading the borderlines
And ruining peoples lives by giving them what they need
Youre quite right to ask whats wrong with me
You want to take a look at my head
Even Ive been thinking whats wrong with me
I watch the news instead

Im turning madonna down
Im calling it my best move
Ill get her tickets to what she needs
Im hugging my eiderdown
Employing a microscope
To find you the things you need

Now Im ready to tell you whats wrong with me
Im feeling the emptiness rise
And Id trade the whole thing quite gladly
For something of similar size
Shape, colour, weight, change your shirt, dont be late.

Im turning the lights down low
Ready to make my move
Get you tickets to what you need

Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me?
Whats wrong with me, whats wrong with me?