hey, you, don't need your benediction i'm through flipping through your fiction if you want a camera trick then find a counterfeit i'm here cooped up, engineering you're there looking for a clearing find a friend at the other end who will blow your bubble gum come on, come on don't get me wrong you must have thought i'm someone else 'cause you can't handle it, handle it i'm not a product on the line handle it; handle it when i am staring in your eyes i'm not your man i saw you're searching for another 'cause i wouldn't be your lover i never said that i'd lie in your bed and i love sleeping alone oh you, it's true, i see your face; it's just a little blue well i'm sure you'll come to terms when the ladies know the words then i know you'll sing along