Got a drawer full of alarm clocksnAnd the case is in your headnAnd it's playing different sides nownLike the fishers of men and the mennAnd the lawyers in their placesnAt a table next to younMaking passions for some jurynWho have got an awful lot to chewnWas there ever any question?nI was born with things to donDid my mama ever wonder?nI was always going tonSo let's put it in a shoeboxnTake it all the way upstairsnFind the deepest darkest closetnIn the basement of a jailnWhere the guards just scream all day into your facen(As you realize its love you keep this way)nIf this is love, you better pray for some escapenDid my baby ever wonder?nI was born with every cluenWas it ever any question?nI would leave each one confused?nAnd I got nothing but minutesnEnd to end ahead of men(And no more reasons rhyme)nAnd I haven't got the answersnBut I'm asking all the timenDid my mama ever question?nI was always going tonWas it ever any wonder?nI was born with things to do