They're so many things to buynYour head turns like a dollar sign when you walk into a mallnYou fell right down into the Gap.nAnd no one's seen you, you ain't coming back,nyou ain't coming back at all.nnYou're a straight-on chaser with a rubber wristnYou grab everything you cannYou're a straight-on chaser and I can't say I blame younBut I'm a man of means by no meansnnI think I've got your number but you want the right sizenThat ambition looks good on you all right,nbut it's tight around the neck.nHope your clothes they match your frown.nI can take it, c'mon. You can front on this clown.n'cause that's what I expect.nnDon't need the telling but I've been toldnnothing I touch turns to gold,nbut the silver lining's mine.nI got your point, it's so dullnTell me something new and make it usefuln'cause I ain't got no time.nn