Carla Bozulich - Smooth Jazz lyrics

Something's always ringin, something's always off the tree Someone's always singing I gotta be me - ow And they cranked it all day they dropped it at my feet And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked away Something's in my eye, something's stuck in there like cold air Someone's always crying, someone's wasted in their underwear I'm inclined to keep my mind Something's always tasting, someone's always fencing in Tape their hands in pear shapes waiting to begin So they polished it all day they dropped it at my feet And I ate it up like ice cream, I ate it up and walked away