Promises like plates in a Greek restaurant Go through the motions, but you know that you can't Like the smell of perfume coming from a glam magazine You wear your heart where it cannot be seen Is that it after all? You're the bat, I'm the ball I'm a slave to your trade Am I refundable? I turn it off to avoid another bad day I see your mouth move, but I don't hear what you say Stuck in a gold mine, reinventing the wheel Remote emotions, so nothing feels real Is that it after all? You're the bat, I'm the ball I'm a slave to your trade Are we compatible? Is that it after all? You're the bat, I'm the ball I'm a slave to your trade Am I returnable? Kiss me, hit me, slap me, wake me Hurt me, tell me, tell me I'm not dreaming, oh! Hit me, pinch me, roll me, reprimand me Tell me this is not a dream Heads, you win, tails, I lose I'm told my role, you're the one who gets to choose I fight it off with the short end of the stick Better make the best of it real quick Is that it after all? You're the bat, I'm the ball I'm a slave to your trade Am I refundable? Is that it after all? Is that it after all? Is that it after all? Are we compatible? No Is that it after all? You're a slave, I'm the ball I'm a slave to your trade Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Is that it? Hey Is that it? Is that it? Oh Is that it? Is that it? Oh