I dont really know what I want
A cup of trees and a breakfast croissant
feelin out the breeze, little sweat in my palm
or is what i think i need more a jet i can flaunt
A couple mansions, throwin' quintuple tantrums,
getting in trouble and calling it misunderstandings...
sipping in public and running off in a phantom
singin in gibberish call it another anthem

is money the end all?
Its funny how when were younger the hunger ascends tall
but as we get older and the bills get foldered
dreams get colder its no wonder that men fall
down to a nightmare
surrounded but right here
to infinity buzz lightyear
this whole vicinity is such a site here
Im losing my affinity for knowing what I like here

I dont really know what I want
Besides you besides you besides you
While I act all nonchalant
Girl its true Oh its true Girl its true I need you