Lyrics:

I'm not playing this game no more
I'm out of medicine
So call the medics
You're all as dumb as you were before
Don't ask me questions
I won't explain it
It should be fun but it's getting old
I'll take my medicine
And be your favorite man
You think you understand
But you don't
You've got no idea at all
And in between this sentence
There's still a semblance
In telli gently screwed
It's all right because
I got a pretty face and
I guess that I can sing alright
All is right
I can love you like a sailor
I can make you dance all night
Maybe you'll understand when I'm gone
That you had no idea at all
But in this very second
I'll never mention
The dreams I keep from you
Don't mean to sound like a rotten boy
For all my blessings
I'm surely grateful
I am the dream you've been waiting for
I always dreamt that I would
Be your favorite man