Shit slinger
Dead ringer
Talk all day
Out the side of your face
Nobody knows
Just where your mind goes
But when it goes
You let us know
You say I'm so in love with myself
I'm so in love with myself
I bet that you just cannot tell
Oh I'm so in love with myself
Maybe I'm running out of time
Maybe I'm chasing what is mine
And what could you do with these eyes
And what could you do with these eyes
It's always something
It's always something
Maybe I'm running out of time
Maybe I'm chasing what is mine
And what could you do with these eyes
And what could you do with these eyes
What will you do
With these eyes