You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
  You're the one using me as a muse
  You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
    It's you and her and nobody else the lights are low and she's so ready
  You're already on your way to the door
  You're at the bar the tender gives you a free drink and winks, she's perfect
  You sweat bullets, spill the drink and you leave
  Everyone leaves the party except a gorgeous twenty something, you turn and run
  You call me up
    You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
  You're the one using me as a muse
  You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
    So the way you act, is it just an act or some strange courtship ritual
  A habitual nervous reaction
  Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on
  Inside your cluttered head
    You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
  You're the one using me as a muse
  You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
    What the hell are you talking about is that what you would say
  If I were to wonder out loud would it make you turn away
  Just a curious question
    If it was you and me and nobody else would you want me to want to be ready to go
  Would you want to take the lights down low
    You're the one stepping on the back of my shoes
  You're the one using me as a muse
  You're the one with the jet pack strapped to your back ready to go
    Hey it's just me, set yourself free, why don't you let me know what's going on
  Hey it's just me, set yourself free