It’s my arms that wrap you up nice It’s my arms, it’s my arms baby Small rooms with record exec types Whisper away my future lately I’ll introduce you to producers I’ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter Chorus: I’m so confused This industry has made me cold I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old Shock me with fear it’s taking longer Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger It’s my words that fail to give insight I blame you, blame me baby Chorus It suits me just fine This is the package I’m sending These are the clothes that I’m wearing These are the words that I’m saying These are the notes that they’re playing I’ll introduce you to producers I’ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter Chorus And it suits me just fine
