Straight-On Chaser

They're so many things to buy

Your head turns like a dollar sign when you walk into a mall

You fell right down into the Gap.

And no one's seen you, you ain't coming back,

you ain't coming back at all.

You're a straight-on chaser with a rubber wrist

You grab everything you can

You're a straight-on chaser and I can't say I blame you

But I'm a man of means by no means

I think I've got your number but you want the right size

That ambition looks good on you all right,

but it's tight around the neck.

Hope your clothes they match your frown.

I can take it, c'mon. You can front on this clown.

'cause that's what I expect.

Don't need the telling but I've been told

nothing I touch turns to gold,

but the silver lining's mine.

I got your point, it's so dull

Tell me something new and make it useful

'cause I ain't got no time.