I've got a problem on my hands
It's all too clear to see
I'm not a dog who takes commands
From just anybody
I've gotta see something else
Worth writing home about
I think you know what I've got in mind
So don't have another doubt

You have got to show me what I need to see
Something new

I've read every trick in every magazine
Though, some I don't believe
There are no strings attached to me
And nothing's up my sleeve
Let me understand where you're coming from
So I won't feel tense
Could you escape from the freezing sea
If both feet were in cement

You have got to show me what I need to see
Something new

The same lines and the same jokes
With their weak minds
It's a bad hoax
Quanity not quality might be fine for you
But, not for me

I've got a question on my mind
Answer for me, please
Why are those strings attached to you
And what's that up your sleeve
Now you know I realize
Every trick in the book
I can tell where hand's been
And I don't even have to look

Why can't you admit that there's something very wrong
To much manipulation
( That's It )