why?

think you are

can’t catch me

think you know what they need

you don’t know what they want

talk smooth operator

can’t handle words

put a plastic bag over your head

spin like a break dancer

crowd thinks you’re on top

of the world

haven’t responded to the mail

the post card

the door is closed

will not be open until further notice

the sun god comes down from the sky

not falling from the top of a mountain

climb to the summit and receive the ten,

nine, eight, seven, six times

running outside inside

to side and reverse the situation

and don’t ask me why…