Stuck in a rut in a very tight place,
Judge and jury of your own damned fate
From the cradle to the grave,
You're looking for something.
Snips and a snail and a puppy dog tail,
Nip and tuck, but no avail
You look like Hell.
You're looking for something.
Oh oh oh oh
It's plain to see.
Oh oh oh oh
It's you and me and a devil makes three.
Don't get stuck somewhere in the middle.
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle.
Don't say luck is something like a riddle,
You paid for your place in this world.
Attagirl.
Better sit tight,
Gotta drop that phone.
This is a story for the girls back home,
Living on their own.
Looking for something.
Goosebumps, babe, gotta cover your tracks,
Skid marks running all over your back,
Face that fact.
You're looking for something.
Oh oh oh oh
It's plain to see.
Oh oh oh oh
It's you and me and a devil makes three.
Don't get s** somewhere in the middle,
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle.
Don't say luck is something like a riddle.
You paid for your place in this world.
Don't get s** somewhere in the middle,
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle.
Don't say luck is something like a riddle.
You paid for your place in this world.
Attagirl.
I want it all.
I wanted everything.
I want it now.
I wanted everything.
I want it loud.
I wanted everything.
I want it now.
I wanted everything.
Don't get s** somewhere in the middle,
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle.
Don't say luck is something like a riddle.
You paid for your place in this world.
Don't get s** somewhere in the middle,
You paid all your dues
And you're not on second fiddle.
Don't say luck is something like a riddle.
You paid for your place in this world.
You paid for your place in this world.
Attagirl.