Lyrics:

I don't want much, I'm happy with what I've got
On the second floor passed a ruffian on the stair
What the driver saw through the letter box of number four
I don't laugh much, it will be deafening when I do

And all these little shocks are deriding my imaginary dynamo
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't

Cleanse my heart and everything will be explained
In the diaries especially the latter part
I'll be a somebody upon my hectic last day in Hell
Give me ability to knock the pen away from his hand

And all these little shocks are deriding my imaginary dynamo
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could have just a little bit more
Just a little bit more of your time
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
And all these little shocks are deriding my imaginary dynamo
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't
I wish I could have just a little bit more
Just a little bit more of your time
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can't