I don´t want much, I´m happy with what I´ve got
On the second floor, I pass a ruffian on the stairs
What the driver saw, through the letter box of number four

I don´t have much, it will be deafening when I do

And all these little shocks, I´ll be riding my imaginary dynamo
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can´t
I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can´t

Bless my heart, and everything will be explained
In the diaries, especially the latter part
I´ll be a somebody, I found an empty glass today at home
Give me ability, to knock the pen away from his hand

I wish I could have you just a little bit more
Just a little bit more of your time

I wish I could give you undivided attention
Every minute of the day but I can´t