I'm trying to sketch a figure
  But my mind is drawing a blank
  I never tried so hard to get a Miss
  As this
  And it shows
  Like a stain
  On a baby's new clothes
  I'd like to take a shot
  But I'm afraid of the ricochet
  She nods and smiles when I speak
  But I'm weak
  And my grin
  Ain't enough
  To let me in
  
  CHORUS:
  But I can't sing that song anymore
  I can't play that tune anymore
  Those same old changes bore me
  I've rigged it so you can't ignore me
  And now I'm ready for the kiss-off.
  
  I used to make marks for the points I scored
  Just above my smirk
  In the lines on my face
  But now I know
  An hour of action
  Is worth a lifetime of good ideas
  That I can't trace
  
  CHORUS