You Got Me

Take your job and you take your pay
Go down the same staircase every day
The #9 bus, then the subway
Come back home and do it all again
6’3” and basketball scars
Got your dreams but just a penny jar
So you live for your days off that are so short
And don’t you wonder what it’s all for?
But I know you got more
Statistics never tell the whole score
And I’m banging on your door
‘Cause you found a way to my heart
You got me
Feeling free
In the middle of a concrete jungle
Baby, it’s a miracle to me
You got me
To really see
We ain’t so stuck
We got more than what you see
Put you in a box so they know what you’re about
The city’s in a grid, so go figure it out
Freedom to choose— but don’t you go out of the lines
It’s hard for a shaky hand when you’re painting all the time!
That’s the part of it that I can’t stand
I chose you just for who you are, despite all their demands
I’m tired of the things that box us in
‘Cause what we make together, baby, is a perfect combination
And I know you got more
Statistics never tell the whole score
And I’m banging on your door
‘Cause you found a way to my heart!
You got me
Feeling free
In the middle of a concrete jungle
Baby, it’s a miracle to me
You got me
To really see
We ain’t so stuck
We got more than what you--
Oh you do, you do, you do
In the middle of a concrete jungle, baby, it’s a miracle
Yeah, feelin, feelin’ free
We ain’t so stuck we got more than what you see
(really got this thing for you, baby
Really got it bad!
They wanna know in twenty words or less
But all I know is that it’s something I gotta have!)
You got me
Feeling free…