More Than This

What a spoiled boy I've been
 My mouth full, mess, my arms outstretched
 I've got palm sweat, I'm smiling like I'm competition
 Well, maybe I'm yours
 She said, "I know you, you're a salesman's son
 And you're pimping pretty junk"
 And I said,
 "What am I supposed to do?
 They've built the scenes around you
 And I need more than this"
 And she said, "what am I supposed to do?
 Look at what's become of you
 And I need more than this"
 "Go on then, hitch me up, baby,
 If what I am is not enough
 Because I do love the glow you get
 When you're told word for word
 How to think for yourself"
 She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
 And you're pimping pretty junk"
 And I said,
 "What am I supposed to do?
 They've built the scenes around you
 And I need more than this"
 And she said, "what am I supposed to do?
 Look at what's become of you
 And I need more than this
 I'm through now
 And I need more than this"
 And I'm tired
 Of baring my teeth when I smile
 She said "I know you, you're a salesman's son
 And you're pimping pretty junk"
 She said "Look at what's become of us now"
 Then I said "what am I supposed to do?
 They've built the scenes around you
 And I need more than this"
 Then she said "what am I supposed to do?
 Look at what's become of you
 And I need more than this
 I am through now
 And I need more than this"