Lyrics

Born the kind of person that seemed so strange;
the one that everybody wanted to change
Lots of quirks; nature smirked;
Straightened out but it’s not what I’m about

Wheelin’ and Dealin’, hangin’ from the ceiling
Gettin’ what I need to feed the greed for one more bite
For my undercover appetite

How many years does a fella’ have to spend
Suckin’ on a straw to cool a thirst with no end?
Struggle to rise like bread without yeast
Wishin’ everyone could see the nature of the beast.

Take a good look but don’t jump to conclusions
It might be an illusion
What’s the matter with the guy behind the tie?
Get out of the way, he’s gonna’ tip the buffet

Tell me I can’t have it, makes me wanna grab it
Feeding on the fringe, always been a habit
Wheelin and Dealin’ hangin’ from the ceiling
Gettin’ what I need to feed the greed for one more bite
For my undercover appetite

Mired with desire, I need a tow
Life’s a cliché, when you go with the flow
You can ride shotgun, it’s more fun in the back
It’s where you wanna’ be when you break from the pack

Tell me I can’t have it, man I wanna’ grab it
Feeding on the fringe, my camouflaged habit
Wheelin’ and Dealin’, hangin’ from the ceilin’
Heavy on the spices till the brew tastes alright
For my undercover appetite

Copyright Jerry Velona 2007 All Rights Reserved
Christopher Robin Music BMI