Lyrics:

You've always been searching for something But everything seems so so-so Tightly close your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans and their demands PLAN B They're testing you - but don't worry PLAN B This week I'm strong enough for two I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything It starts off just joking and then they stop talking to you and that's the worst thing of all The worst thing of all Whispers more than loud enough Try to make you feel not good enough Try this Don't believe your eyes Hold out your hand We'll make a stand Forget their plans and their demands PLAN B Bill Withers was good to me PLAN B Pretend I'm Bill and lean on me I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything PLAN B Hold on to me PLAN B No don't be nervous. Just trust in me I'm coming I'm running I'm burning I wouldn't sell you anything