More Of You lyrics

Aah, a little something before we start this off Take a seat, grab a breath girl or go for a walk Cause when you pile it up high, it's gonna all crash down And give me a call, yea, if you want me around And if you don't, hey that's fine with me I got plenty of things to keep myself busy I'll put office space on repeat Call me pacifist, insensitive, or even discreet And if you try not to bring me down I'll be there to lift you up Cause it's a self-fulfilling prophecy So don't call me a slut And if your soul feels oh so sick I could be your wonder drug But the less that you expect from me The more of you i love Listen to your stories how your day has gone Don't cock back and slap if you see me yawn and Don't get jealous at our next big show If you thought i was a gigolo than why would you go, yknow Songs like this they usually make me sick But if your listening now, i hope it might stick cause You know it's not my style to sing this way But i'm gonna do it anyway