Won't you twist my arm so seductively
And lead me to where we can breathe
You can take it piece by piece 'til I'm open
I can slide my shoes against the curb
Like I'm doing something neat in my head
To let us in, but it's a secret
I'm torn in two, and three and four
And if you want, I'll count some more
Five and six, pick up bricks
And step on over, over my head
You can take a piece if you want
People take what they want
They take and take and give to take some more
My arms seem so long, long, long
Thank goodness for pockets
Hide me so far down, 'til I'm not here
I'm torn in two, and three and four
And if you want, I'll count some more
Five and six, pick up bricks
And step on over, over my head
Step on over
I'm torn in two, and three and four
And if you want, I'll count some more
Five and six, pick up bricks
And step on over, step on over
I'm torn in two, and three and four (step on over, step on
over)
And if you want, I'll count some more (step on over, step on
over)
Five and six, pick up bricks (step on over, step on over)
And step on over, over my head