[Verse 1]
I was sitting on the couch at the bar admission party
I was worried if I was doing anything that you would think was arty
So I gauged my conversation, I put myself in your place
It seemed like a bank you know, I was trying to save my face
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 2]
You came right out from left field, you caught me on my blind side
You blamed me 'cause I never ever thought of committing suicide
Brought in the steamroller and you tried to bury me
Now you're limping from the weight of it, where do you get your ecstasy
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 3]
See, you put the writing on the wall, and I helped you pick the colours
And you laugh when I get discipline, even right in front of my mother
Well the curtains in your bedroom, well they never really been parted
And we're moving really fast now, just look at what you started
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 4]
Well, I listened to your music you know, I listened very well
I listened to everything that you wanted to tell
We been through many hard roads, nothing to take serious
I was with you when you were losing, you were with me when I was delirious
{Chorus]
Guess I'm the customer, you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 5]
We made our reservations and we bought our tickets
Set up the tin can, which one of us is gonna kick it?
Moving like a freight train, we're solid as a broken pickup truck
I don't want to say goodbye, you don't want to wish me luck
[Chorus]
Guess I'm the customer, you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
Whoa, yes
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
'Cause you count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
I was sitting on the couch at the bar admission party
I was worried if I was doing anything that you would think was arty
So I gauged my conversation, I put myself in your place
It seemed like a bank you know, I was trying to save my face
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 2]
You came right out from left field, you caught me on my blind side
You blamed me 'cause I never ever thought of committing suicide
Brought in the steamroller and you tried to bury me
Now you're limping from the weight of it, where do you get your ecstasy
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 3]
See, you put the writing on the wall, and I helped you pick the colours
And you laugh when I get discipline, even right in front of my mother
Well the curtains in your bedroom, well they never really been parted
And we're moving really fast now, just look at what you started
[Chorus]
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 4]
Well, I listened to your music you know, I listened very well
I listened to everything that you wanted to tell
We been through many hard roads, nothing to take serious
I was with you when you were losing, you were with me when I was delirious
{Chorus]
Guess I'm the customer, you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
[Verse 5]
We made our reservations and we bought our tickets
Set up the tin can, which one of us is gonna kick it?
Moving like a freight train, we're solid as a broken pickup truck
I don't want to say goodbye, you don't want to wish me luck
[Chorus]
Guess I'm the customer, you are the manager
You count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
Whoa, yes
I guess I'm the customer and you are the manager
'Cause you count the interest, you count the days
'Cause it's inside your office where you keep your calendar
( Jr. Gone Wild )
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